* ✧ ◞ it looks like LALISA MANOBAN has stepped off of their private jet & into the hamptons – oh wait , that’s actually AMAYA CHAOWARAT ! the resemblance is uncanny . word on the street is you’re TWENTY-THREE & a FEMALE , preferring to go by SHE/HER pronouns . don’t worry , your mansion has been waiting for your return from MONTAUK, NY , so we do hope you’ll stay awhile . it seems like everyone who knows you best loves you for being SCINTILLATING & LIONHEARTED , but god ! your FANATICAL & SELF-DENYING tendencies can be such a turn off . in any case , everyone on instagram likes to associate you with SCUFFED UP BALENCIAGA SNEAKERS, A CLOUD OF SMOKE IN FRONT OF A NEON SIGN, LOW BUDGET MOVIE MARATHONS, BEAT UP CAMERA TRIPODS & MAKING OUT TO A SONG WITH DEEP BASS .
tw; food anxiety
holy fkin shit the plotting open seriously just rolled up on me really quick (mostly bc i was out w/ my sister being dumb) so i’m going to try to write this really fast! hopefully it turns out halfway coherent <3
amaya chaowarat was born and raised in montauk, new york (though is of thai descent of course), which isn’t too far from southampton, so she’s not exactly a stranger to a life of luxury.
her father is a famed producer for broadway shows, while her mother is a casting director. amaya’s personal specialty was dancing, and her parents had always pushed her on it, hard. they wanted her to be a huge broadway star; it was their dream for her.
however, amaya’s dancing had always leaned towards contemporary music rather than showtunes. she’d worked with some of the hottest artists around! been in music videos, backed them up during arena tours, etc. but to her parents? it was no good.
she even developed a following on youtube and instagram, amassing over five million subscribers and followers respectively, due to her highly intricate (and sometimes admittedly seductive) dance covers of popular songs. this is where much of her recognition and success comes from. still, her parents don’t much seem to care.
they push her into attending broadway auditions she has no interest in. they make scrutinizing comments about her weight and her face, causing her to now question nearly everything she eats and every photo taken of her. it’s difficult for her to go out to restaurants with friends because of this, as she feels like everyone stares at her while she eats and it makes her really self-conscious.
she puts on a fake smile a lot of the time, and makes every attempt possible to hide her discomfort with food. she loses herself in other habits, like physical intimacy, pot and some very selective alcohol. anything with a low caloric intake. it may seem to others that she’s fearless, maybe even reckless, but she’s truly just fucking terrified on the inside that she isn’t good enough, and will do anything to forget, even just for a little while.
she can truly lose herself when she’s alone in her studio, nothing but her, the music and the shadows watching her. her body moved without synergy with her mind, and it was the only time she could be free.
she’s rather obsessive about dancing. not only are her dietary habits questionably restrictive, her rehearsal hours are ridiculously hardcore. sometimes, it’s a wonder how she has time to do anything but practice.
still though, when she’s in full on pretender mode, she’s very fun to be around. and when you’re the rare person who actually can make her forget about the things troubling her? that’s when you’ll really see her for all the good she can be. she’s always ready to see what trash is currently on netflix, or to troll people on tindr with you, as long as it doesn’t cut into her practice time.
she’s also really paranoid about her friends seeing her dance, as it makes her feel like there’s nothing she can do for them that is impressive enough.
she’s honestly a mess, but she’s a lovable mess tbh
some wanted ass muhfuckin connections down below
best friend - amaya’s ride or die, her actual lifeline in this fucked up whirld.
toxic fwbs - shouldn’t be anywhere near each other, but can’t stay away from each other.
entertainment industry friends - people she’s met in her ascent to fame!
frenemies - the typical ‘i’m nice to your face but i lowkey kinda hate you’
crush - this person actually makes amaya feel warm, fuzzy feelings, rather than festering self-hatred.
neighbors - this can either be home neighbors, or maybe their place of work is next to her dance studio!
but i’d also love to fill anything you have like a nice golden plot cannoli ya dig???
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