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celinehq‌:

       when she sang, nothing else seemed to matter. she loved the freedom it gave her and it was no secret that the woman loved creating visual masterpieces to match it. however, when it came down to it, it was celine’s pure TALENT that had got her where she was; the gimmicks had been useful at the time but she was now tired of them. she nodded towards the other as she continued to sing, urging her to join in more. people assumed that celine was a diva but she was anything but that. her priorities were slowly changing but that didn’t mean that she didn’t get lost on the way at times. “oh my goodness, stop it.” she broke off from the song to urge the young artist to stop fangirling over her before picking the melody right up. as the younger one joined in, celine began to clap in rhythm as she added a harmony while the other took the main melody. it was never a competition with her and she wanted to make that very clear. the chorus soon faded out and the woman found herself applauding. “now that takes me back…”

     jo thought that the ride would be awkward and strange, but as she sang at the top of her lungs with one of her biggest idols, she couldn’t feel anything but bliss. perhaps celine might’ve been feeling differently, but jo was out here living her best life. she forgot about the cameras and the events and why she was even out there in the first place, all until the song began to reach an end. ‘ oh my god, that was amazing! ’ she laughed ecstatically, taking a quick sip of the water she’d retrieved earlier. the driver agreed enthusiastically and she shook her head, not ready for the next song. ‘ oh god, i think you probably know already, but your music? amazing. ’ she said. ‘ sorry if this too forward, or anything, but do you have any advice? for me? ’ she asked, still on her high. she wanted wisdom from celine herself, how to succeed, how to make music, how to make hits. anything, really – even how to make coffee or tie shoelaces, jo would be glad to hear.

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ofrykeradam‌:

   he was oblivious to the way jo felt about him, so much that he didn’t even take into consideration the red tint to her cheeks – was because of him. “yeah, i wanna’ have a drink with the sweetest girl here.” he smirked, a cheeky grin escaping through his features. “but on one condition, you have to take a shot with me.” he loops one arm around her dainty shoulder, pulling her close to the crook of his chest as they walked back towards the bar. the tender himself, giving adam a once over suggestive smirk. “are you having fun tonight?” he turns towards her after ordering, leaning on the counter and touching the top of her hand. yes, he was touchy - no it didn’t necessarily mean anything. “because if your not, i might have to get back on stage and we’ll sing a duet.” a pause, as he chuckled. “maybe cherry pie? or wait - fresh prince.” 

     his words make her melt and she’s just about to up and leave when he pulls her closer to him. she can hear the groan her brain his letting out, but her heart is letting out girly little squeals that makes her smile grow wider. ‘ trying to get me drunk? ’ she jokes badly, letting the joke fall flat before she clears her throat and hopes that the music swallowed out her statement. as they reach the bar, she starts noticing how everyone is looking –– but probably not at her, at him. she smiles as awkwardly as ever and shakes her head, trying to get into her usual charismatic zone when she has interviews and meetings with executives. ‘ a duet? ’ she begins, reminding herself to not be so stupid with her words. ‘ i’m not sure you could handle a duet with me. ’ she replies cheekily.

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thornsdevotions‌:

“don’t worry.” she starts, voice low and a smirk eclipsing already dark features. “i won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.” she was the poster child for individuality, and a woman’s independence, even when she was plastered. “but it would have been really cool.” she sighs, shrugging her shoulders like anchors. her feet felt tethered to the floor, even if her balance was damn near nonexistent at the moment. thorn ignores the previous question, not just because she almost missed it - or because she didn’t understand the answer, but because she didn’t trust this person. “what are you talking about?” she lets out a laugh, gaze dropping to take her in as the other steps back. “i’m fine.” her tongue presses against her inner cheek. “are you good? you seem a little —- on edge.” 

     a strange relief flows through her body as the interaction grows easier. things aren’t as worrisome as jo made it out to be in her head – but overthinking was a human habit, especially around and during the unknown. ‘ i’m sure if you still really want to someone will join you. ’ she offers tentatively, knowing some other person at this party probably has the same thoughts. she tucks a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear before the uneasy smile on her face begins to harden. ‘ me? oh, i’m fine, i’m okay, ’ she’s stumbling on her words like there’s no tomorrow now. ‘ just still shaken up after my performance, you know? it was crazy. ’

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discnthrall‌:

          when the other is stating that she can’t swim, snežana found herself tilting her head slightly to the side. “you should really have floaties on your arms if you’re going to sit at the edge of the deep-in drunk, then.”, she concluded easily before a smile curled onto her features. “but, i would love some more shots; so yes, you should go get us some!”

     the smallest, most believable laugh leaves her lips as she tails down a tired looking waiter, whispering in his ears an order for a line of shots before turning back to the other artist. ‘ management told me that’d ruin my image tonight – and it’s all about pleasing the people who make us, right? ’

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feeling particularly poopy today and i blame work so i’ll be on in a couple hours when i’m done feeling poopy :)

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discnthrall‌:

           when the other is pulling her attention to look at snežana, her words only caused her head to tilt slightly to the side. “but the pool is much more fun than sitting there on your phone.”, she chimed. “it’s a party! aren’t you supposed to be having fun with other people and not sitting on your phone all night, hmm?”, she teased playfully as the devilish smile remained on her features. “no one is in this corner! everyone is mainly on the shallow end; pussyies i guess.”, she teased before laughing.

     she can’t argue with her logic. they were at a party and she knew that if her mother were here, she’d be lecturing at her for being on her phone instead of socializing. she laughs softly at the other singer and shrugs. ‘ i can’t swim. ’ she lies, putting on a convincing face of regret. ‘ but, we can have fun right here if i get us some shots, right? ’ she asks slyly, looking around for a waitress that could bring them something.

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thornsdevotions‌:

    she doesn’t even take into consideration the female’s stiff form. instead, she steps closer, taking in her features. because, she’s drunk and she can appreciate a girl’s figure – women were so much prettier than boys. touching her hair, she tucks few pieces behind her ear. there is no such thing as personal space to thorn when she’s drunk. “hm, not really. wanna’ know a secret?” she steps back, but not very far, tilting her chin to look at the other vixen. “i can’t feel anything – isn’t it great?” her voice is warm, and smooth, and there’s something else behind it. double meaning? who knew she could be that deep. her smile widens, and she ruffles through platinum locks. “we should do it.” a pause, lifting a brow with a dark red painted smirk. “skinny dip.” she steps closer again. “you chicken?” 

     an uneasy laugh slips from her lips, tumbling down to her hands. she raises an eyebrow at thorn, genuinely concerned for her well-being. no matter how scary she was, not feeling anything wasn’t necessarily a healthy thing. ‘ are you like- ’ she got cut off by a burst of cheers. ‘ -good? are you good? ’ she questions as thorn takes a step away from her. her stomach is in nervous knots, but so far, it doesn’t seem like thorn cares – or notices her behavior. if anything, it’s almost like they’re friends, maybe. she’ll see what others say about it the next day. at the other blonde’s suggestion, her eyebrows skyrocket and she shakes her head frantically. ‘ no, no way– ’ she says. ‘ not chicken, just um, careful? ’ she tries to come up with an excuse, but nothing sounds good.

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nchlc‌:

“i can only grace the world with my presence so much, right?” her tone playful as the song finally came to an end, nahla raising her hands above her head, clapping and cheering the cessation of the shitty performer. “you know what that means?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow. “we care too much, we aren’t drunk enough. so i say we change that. lets go do shots.” 

     ‘ the world would never get enough of you. ’ she said as the music quieted down and the host began to introduce the next performer. after finishing her small whoop, she listened to the girl next to her, a smile growing on her lips. ‘ please! do you think they’ll actually give us the good stuff or will they still be serving us this fruity shit? ’

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celinehq‌:

      it always touched celine when people spoke such kind words about her and she was never getting used to it. a sensitive soul, she always focused on the negative than the positive. even though her manager tried to get her to block it out and keep going, it was difficult for her and those comments definitely upset her. smiling widely at the other, the other nodded once more as she accepted the bottle of water from the other. “thank you, oh wow. please stop it, i don’t think i’ll be able to get out of the car, my head will be so good.” chuckling she shook her head and then turned to the driver who gave a short but incredibly timely introduction to one of her earlier songs, bad romance. “oh, god!” leaning back, the woman shut her eyes. she had asked herself why had they put her first but didn’t want to vocalise it and sound ungrateful. “do you know this one?” she turned towards the young blonde, makeup thick enough to cover her cheeks that felt like they were burning. however, it didn’t take the woman long to compose herself and get in the zone, picking the track up and inserting some hand gestures in as she did so.

     listening to celine speak was an effervescent experience for the younger artist. she could hardly contain her excitement when one of her older songs began playing on the car speakers, excitement filling her veins. this had been a hit even in her small town in norway, where she’d listen to it so much her parents got annoyed to it – but jo never had. every song celine had put out jo knew the words to. ‘ know it? ’ she asked incredulously. ‘ oh my god, i used to sing this every day! ’ the gushing was starting to embarrass even her and she felt like a small child expressing their excitement over cookies for dinner. as the song began and celine began singing, jo stayed quiet – offering a couple harmonies here and there when necessary. it sounded a bit pitchy to her, but she knew that if things went wrong she could always blame it on her nervousness. ‘ i want your love and i want your revenge- ’ she sang as the chorus began, eyeing celine playfully.

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discnthrall‌:

          1.. 2…. 3… shoot! — her head tossed backward as she felt the cold liquid slide down her throat. she was practically the mother of vodka; not even a flinch before she’s tilting her head back and smiling. she took a sip of some of the juice before she’s darting away from the people she was previously with to go by the pool. without hesitation, the blonde walked down the steps into the pool with a grin across her features. she swam around in the pool to herself for a few moments before she’s spotting someone sitting along the edge of the pool. snežana giggled as she swam to them before propping her arms up on the edge of the pool and smiling at them. “— not going to get in?”

     water was her element – jo loved floating along the surface as the water lapped over her body and kissed her skin, but she only liked it when she was alone. or maybe, when it wasn’t as crowded as it was at the moment. she didn’t not like people, she just didn’t like standing in a crowd and feeling her foot brush against someone’s butt cheek. she sat at the edge, scrolling through her instagram like she wasn’t at a party, a cup of fruity alcohol by her side and a random pair of sunglasses that weren’t hers resting on her head. she looked up from her phone at snežana, turning it off and smiling at her. ‘ no, i don’t think so. too many people, you know? ’

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thornsdevotions‌:

she’s jumping up and down on the stage – and she’s had way too much to drink, on top of that. it only takes one foot to sway in front of the other, for her to trip – barely catching her footing before she’s ran smack into another’s chest stumbling off the stage. she shakes her head, tucking her hair behind her ears because - it’s everywhere and she’s plastered. “no, no i’m fine.” she pointed to her busted lip. “don’t worry, this was from earlier! before the party!” another laugh. she couldn’t even feel it anymore, in fact, she was convinced she was damn near invincible right now. “why isn’t anyone skinny dipping?” 

     catching thorn, jo can feel her blood run cold. thorn scared her, truthfully. they were polar opposites and she was always scared of getting into a fight for saying the wrong thing, or having a different opinion because honestly – thorn could probably take her down in a fight and there was nothing jo could do about it. she steadied thorn and smiled uneasily, eyeing the busted lip. she thought she might’ve seen a quick story about it before she arrived, but she couldn’t decide if she was making it up in her own mind or not. ‘ ouch, does it hurt? ’ she asked dumbly – of course it’d hurt, most busted lips did. ‘ and probably no skinny dipping because of all the cameras? i don’t know, though. ’

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ericmonty‌:

“is uh.. this seat taken?” eric grinned a bit as he approached the lone seat, his eyebrow lifting at the person beside it, beer in hand. “need a bit of a break from.. well all that bullshit.” he voiced, his hand motioning over to the crowd by the pool, rolling his eyes a bit. “been pushed in a bit too much and your boy isn’t feelin’ it.” he grumbled and shook it off.

     ‘ it’s not. ’ jo shifts down the couch to allow for more room, grateful for a moment of peace and quiet – well as much quiet as the party would allow. she looks at the crowd that’s bumping their bodies and hollering with every new performer, grinning at the antics of the drunkenness. ‘ i haven’t even gotten in the pool yet – thank god, there’s so many people i’m sure i’d drown. ’

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tvcrt‌:

trev scoffed somewhat, gesturing to the rest of the pool. “i count like five within a few feet of us.” probably more, if he felt like looking. it was the look of the times. sunken eyes traveled towards he spoke, picking up some pink flamingo floatie pool toy thing and tapping his head lightly with it. “i’ve been crafting this argument for years.” that wasn’t exactly true. no, the song just jogged a thought, which tumbled into a series of other thoughts. he never had much of a filtier, letting whatever thought out of his mind with little to no hesitation. sometimes it was an insult. or a compliment. but now? barbie girl. “you know.” trev narrowed his eyes playfully, extending the flamingo out and tapping the top of her own head. “you fit the look barbie look.” 

     an unladylike snort leaves jo’s lips and she sips down a couple gulps of a fruity, alcoholic beverage while he talks. sure enough, around them are plenty of girls taller, blonder and much more impressive than her. she looks back to trev, who’s since picked up a flamingo floatie that looks like it’s seen better days. ‘ it’s a good argument, i’m sure if you talk to the right people you can make big waves. ’ she jokes lightly. she looks around, taking in all the other stars and musicians that she never thought she’d see in one place. it’s an amazing sight and when she averts her eyes back to trev, he taps the flamingo on her head. she playfully scoffs, reaching up to her head like it actually hurt. ‘ i really don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, ’ she admits. ‘ it’s the hair and the eyes, isn’t it? ’

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ofrykeradam‌:

   he bites down on his lower lip, because it’s jo and he knows how much this kinda’ stuff means to her. like – making a lasting impression, or getting noticed in the right ways. it was important for her career. “i mean, i guess. but it’s important to you. clothes are expensive.” he’s trying to talk over the speakers, one hand resting on her shoulder as he leaned forward to overthrow the music, and whoever was on stage at the moment. “what if, i let you wear my shirt to cover it?” he smirked, the taste of liquor on his breath as he glanced down to the red floral print with a smirk. “the tabloids will go nuts, and i can make up for ruining your outfit so early in the evening. and you gotta’ let me get you another drink.” her presses his hand to his chest dramatically, grinning that stupid dimpled smile. “it’ll make me feel a lot better.”

     the rush of butterflies in her stomach makes her feel both embarrassed and stupid. she admires the artist in front of her in more ways than one and she’s sure she gives herself away every time she does a stupid giggle or agrees with everything he says. his words ring in her ears – clothes are expensive, especially for an event like today. his hand resting on her shoulder makes her feel like a schoolgirl and she almost wants to scream at herself to grow up, but instead she just smiles, bringing up a hand to run through her hair. ‘ really? ’ she asks, barely louder than the music and the current performer. it wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? she laughs softly and shrugs, tossing the damp napkins onto a passing tray of empty glasses. ‘ i guess it wouldn’t hurt. ’

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nchlc‌:

hazel eyes cut towards the stage before rolling exaggeratedly, the guy really was killing it. and not in the good way, more like beating the absolute shit out of a song she held dear to her heart. “this guy is the WORST. who is that, really?” nahla groaned, eyes narrowing somewhat trying to make out just who he was. “it better not be a rapper. it’d be so, so disappointing if it was a rapper.” a rapper should have killed this song. in the right way. turning her attention to the blonde, nalah shook her head. “s’il vous plaît. please girl. that would have been too mortifying. for him, not me.”  

     she threw her head back with laughter, soaking up the vibes and the energy of the party going on around her. the song was coming to a close, the guy still half a beat behind with the lyrics. she eyed the stage before answering. ‘ i have no fuckin’ clue who that is, but he’s a real performer, isn’t he? ’ she joked. ‘ everyone’s too drunk to care. ’ she shakes her head and reaches up to push her hair behind her ears. ‘ and since everyone’s too drunk, you should’ve done it anyway –– they would’ve thanked you. ’

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celinehq‌:

         it was a while since celine had done anything of this nature but she was excited. feeling like she was now too old for a ‘come-back’, the woman had been honoured to have even been asked to participate. granted, her new song had done well, it was getting to the point of being overplayed but she appreciated everyone’s support as she got back into the game. it was inevitable that younger artists would take over, as they should, but that didn’t mean that the woman didn’t have more to give (it was just down to whether her body and mind could actually cope with the pressure). over the years, the woman had calmed down remarkably and she did find herself been far more humble than her young self had been. as she entered the car, celine was absolutely flattered by the young artist’s response to her presence. sliding into the back seat, the woman chuckled before clasping her hands together. “thank you, you’re too kind. definitely one of my more low key looks but i appreciate it. it’s lovely to meet it.” when she was nervous, she did have the tendency to talk a little too much; she shouldn’t have been- everyone knew that she could hold a note or two. “you look lovely.”

     she couldn’t help the blush that crept into her cheeks. since hitting the top forty, she’d met more idols than she could count and every single time, she felt like a scared little girl all over again. she shot a random camera an excited look before looking to celine, a signature smile growing on her lips. ‘ thank you! ’ she managed to reply back, her mouth struggling to find the correct words to say. ‘ but seriously, i’m a huge fan – though i’m sure you hear that a lot. ’ jo gushed childishly, reaching for the minifridge on her side of the limo. she opened it up, grabbing two water bottles and offering one to celine. ‘ i literally remember moving to the united states and listening to your songs after a long day – i think i did a cover of one of your songs? ’ she honestly couldn’t remember, but she was sure her youtube channel held a hidden cover of one of celine’s songs. ‘ sorry though, i talk too much – we should get started! ’

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tvcrt‌:

“no, i mean it — ” trev insisted, trying to hold back his laughter. “barbie girl was a fuckin’ bop. musical genius way ahead of it’s time. i mean, it predicted life now, life in plastic, it’s fantastic, undress me anywhere, look at fucking kim kardashian that is her to a tee. she’s naked all the time.” the performance of that old song had long passed, but the debate continued. trev shook is head, took a sip from his glass, minding the pink umbrella poking out of it. “it was a masterpiece, underrated gem of music history, hands down, i will fight you on that.” 

     a giggle left jo’s lips, her head shaking at trev’s remark. ‘ i don’t even have a counter-argument. ’ she joked, dodging a falling beach ball and letting it fall on somebody else’s head. ‘ barbie girl should go down in history, you’ve convinced me. if you look out into the crowd, i’m sure you can find a thousand people who fit that song. ’ she brought her drink up to her lips, but before she took a sip, she gave him a look. ‘ how long have you been thinking about this anyway? ’