i'm an astronaut, you're the moon.

[sing2you]

@sing2you, a multi-muse blog for @campusloser, featuring...

🎭* — stella nasr. 22. the drama queen. musical theatre major.

pinterest. playlist. insp tag. doc. intro post/connections. threads. performances.

🌌* — lorelei "lore" liang. 21. the follower. astrophysics & earth & planetary sciences major.

pinterest. playlist. insp tag. doc. intro post/connections. threads. performances.

📸🤨* — jasper st. james. 23. the nepo baby. journalism major.

pinterest. playlist. insp tag. doc. intro post/connections. threads.

+ dynamics board.

[oflos3rs]

𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙴:   brooks' house,   @10:30PM.

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷:   @sing2you.

   joey had officially reached the point in the night where he'd stopped remembering how he'd gotten from one room to another. one minute, he was in the kitchen stealing somebody's drink because they had apparently made the fatal mistake of putting it down unattended. the next, he was in a bedroom, barefoot, sitting cross-legged on the floor of brooks' home with his back against the side of the bed. the music was muffled enough that joey could finally hear himself think, which was arguably the worst part. he'd been scrolling through his phone for several minutes, occasionally looking up at absolutely nothing, when the bedroom door opened. joey's eyes immediately lifted. he stared at whoever had walked in. they stared back. "what?" joey asked. a pause. then he gestured vaguely around himself, as if they were the one who needed an explanation. "don't look at me like that. i live here now." he absolutely did not. joey shifted against the bed, pulling one knee toward his chest. his gaze flicked toward the doorway before settling back on them, a slow grin appearing across his face. "so what's your excuse?" he asked. "because if you're hiding from the party, i'm gonna be really disappointed."

[sing2you]

it was usually around three drinks in at a party that jasper decided to play detective. the night was still young, he would still remember everything he discovered, and he was still coordinated enough to pull off a good snoop session. but apparently that night his bullshit calculations had been off. because there was no other reason to explain why he was suddenly face to face with joey when he'd assumed the bedroom was empty.

oops. now, what lie to tell?

"since when?" he questioned to buy some time after their brief staring contest, but the words were soon paired with a lighthearted scoff at the idea that he'd sought out the room for a way lamer purpose. "jasper st. james doesn't hide at parties, so you might be projecting there." he also didn't refer to himself in third person or get caught snooping, but it was a night for new experiences. "where's the other bedroom? i was supposed to meet someone, but she's clearly not here."

[sing2you]

📸🤨 a closed starter for kieran @stupidiots, at brooks's party

jasper thought the idea of a party to celebrate being on the hot or not list was bullshit. not because of brooks, who jasper did like, but purely because you couldn't trust a single thing the muckrakers said (unlike the school paper, which was only like 50% mistruths!). however, he loved a party. there was no chance he would've missed it, but he'd managed to keep his opinion to himself... until he was four or five drinks in. only then did he seek out the one dude he seemed to spill everything to.

it hadn't been the first thing he'd said - he wasn't an asshole. but after talking about nothing of importance for a minute, jasper changed the topic mid-sentence. "i think the muckrakers keep my name off of its rightful place near the top of the hot or not list because they're jealous of me," he confessed, but it came out more like ranting about a conspiracy than stating a fact. "i kicked the one obsessed with stella nasr of all people off of the school paper for being a freak, and now i have to suffer by being seen as not hot? fuck that, man."

[xoxoclementines]

@sing2you | clementine and jasper reconnect under sober circumstances. she did promise him some study time, even if they don't get too much studying done.

clementine has had quite the week so far and it's only been a few days into it. it feels like it's been ages since halloween and friday night's party. but she's honestly had to be on her game since, so maybe it should just feel like a typical tuesday.

"sorry i couldn't meet sooner- it's media week for cheerios, so i'm a little extra busy." she had promised they could study together after all. and ... it's clementine- if she doesn't schedule it it doesn't happen. "i'm sure the paper is busy too right now with everything-"

"i guess if i'm not careful this could turn into another session of media week." she says with a laugh and a smile. "but hey, i brought dinner!" since that's usually the best way for her to get homework done and fill her three squares. the paper bag is placed before him like an offering.

[sing2you]

jasper had no intention of studying that evening, but not for the reasons one might think. yes, he'd been tossed into a class for his women & gender studies minor like a week before midterms, which he'd then bombed, but he was actually starting to learn something for maybe the first time at saint rivera. and that meant that he and clementine could repurpose the time to debrief on everything that had happened lately.

specifically, he'd been meaning to check in about her drunken halloween decision to post him to her socials. at long last, the thing he'd been hoping for had occurred so casually without him even knowing, and jasper was having feelings that were mixed as hell about it. he was good at keeping up a facade, though, so as clem approached with what looked like a bag of food, he didn't let his concern show.

"you're good," he nodded in her direction as she settled in. "i already solved the fire thing, so it's a quiet week at the paper. the answer was boring. and we're not doing media week, since we're the cheerios' media every week."

he needed something to do with his hands, so as he began to casually bring up her instagram story, his focus was on pulling out the contents of the bag. "are you, uh... seeing any fallout after posting me, btw?" he asked as he placed one container on the table. "the swifties are intense, so if you haven't looked yet, maybe don't check your dms for a minute."

[shcwtunes]

fire chief and dean. that made a lot of sense, and probably where he should have tried getting answers -- but this whole thing had his head spinning in a way that made it hard to think straight. at least jasper was willing to help. ...he just hoped whatever information he got was worth whatever deal he'd surely have to make for it. "the culprit. i have my suspicions, but no evidence yet. i need to know who's responsible for destroying my entire life's work."

[sing2you]

"you kept your entire life's work in your dorm?" jasper questioned, the logic of that choice so obviously flawed to him that he was having difficulty processing it. who didn't back things up to the cloud these days?? unable to relate (try as he might, his life's work would never fully disappear. the internet is forever...), the blonde turned to judgment instead.

that didn't mean he wasn't going to help, though. for a price.

"i'll tell you what i know, but a strawberry lemonade, while refreshing, isn't gonna cut it. owe me a favor and we have a deal," he offered, hand already outstretched for a shake.

[scgclden]

goldie didn't know if she wanted to let lore's excuse fly. yeah, it was annoying that campus security told them to shut up, but she doubted that was the real reason her friend was upset. she decided she'd give lore the opportunity to open up, and if she continued to insist it was just car wash related, goldie would let her keep up that story. "are ya sure?" the blonde asked, looking around to make sure no one around them was close enough to listen. if lore decided to open up, that is.

"like, i'd probably be cryin' for a few days if that happened to me, and..." maybe she shouldn't mentioned all the stuff that lore lost. her friend wasn't crying right now, and she didn't want to bring that on. "and it's okay if you wanna cry. but if you're sure you're good, i won't bring it up anymore." goldie held up her pinky, a silent agreement to abide by the pinky promise rule if that's what lore wanted.

in an attempt to bring the subject back around to something a bit less heavy, goldie's energy became a bit more positive. "i saw you got a solo for the set list for sectionals. congrats, babe! you're like... openin' up the whole performance. that's huge!" with dennis! but goldie left that out, allowed it to be implied with her teasing smile.

[sing2you]

as much as lore wanted to pretend like everything was okay, goldie being the first non-abrams resident to check in with her after the fire had her immediately losing much of the progress she'd made over the past 24 hours. she refused to cry in public again, but it was getting harder and harder not to as her closest friend validated her feelings.

"maybe i'm not so good..." she confessed after a moment, blinking one too many times in order to keep her eyes clear. "but for the sake of this fundraiser, i think i'd like to pretend that my dorm didn't burn down with almost all of my possessions inside of it."

luckily, the girl's fire-related reassurance had quickly been followed by something lore actually wanted to talk about - sectionals (dennis, but they could pretend for a little longer).

"and congrats to you on footloose/danger zone! dennis is the one opening the whole thing, though," she pointed out, but only because it was the obvious bridge between sectionals and the one piece of actually happy news she had to deliver. "followed by me. and then i guess we do sing together. which was not something that was determined when i created the arrangement, but is a nice surprise. especially since we got back together on halloween. oh, and also we live together now. because the school put us together post-abrams, not because we decided to speedrun a relationship."

[sm0kesh0ws]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: august bianchi & stella nasr @sing2you

August had been staring at the same line of music for long enough that the notes had begun to look less like instructions and more like a game of music note jumble. He had been trying to follow Stella's lead, repeating notes after her and trying to find the right placement, but on his third attempt, his voice got caught again. He stopped abruptly, lowering the sheet music in frustration. "I just can't get it!" The words came out louder than he intended, earning him a few glances from nearby peers. August looked around sheepishly before lowering his voice a little bit. "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing wrong."

The problem was that August was used to being good at things. He had spent most of his life being told he was good at things. Football, track, swimming — there had always been something physical he could throw himself into and eventually master through sheer repetition. With singing, though, there was nowhere to hide when the note didn't land. There was no amount of muscle memory that could save him from the fact that his voice wasn't doing what he needed it to do.

"I've done it like, three times." He held up the sheet music, pointing accusingly at the line. "It's literally one fucking note, Stella." He held up his finger. "One. So, either I'm missing something or my vocal cords have decided they're on strike." Which was really unfortunate days out from sectionals.

[sing2you]

private rehearsals with members of the new directions had been fruitful. one-on-one (or two or three or four-on-one) time to go over every last note and get everyone sounding exactly how she wanted them to? dreams do come true! but the fact that everyone only decided to start caring about sectionals in the two weeks before competition had been less than ideal.

they were cramming as much as they could into a short period of time, and for the most part things were turning out okay. but the pressure... stella was a pro by that point, but others were not so fortunate. and august bianchi was one of the unlucky few who seemed to have hit a wall.

it wasn't a matter of not being able to hit the note. stella kept meticulous files on every member of the new directions, and she knew what was and was not in everyone's range. he should have been fine. especially since it wasn't like he was suddenly going up an octave! which meant only one thing.

"or..." she drifted off for dramatic effect, but she didn't make him wait long for an official diagnosis. her five second pause was kinder than it would have been weeks prior, the recent shift in their relationship a byproduct of august having confided in her about savannah's situation(s). "you've psyched yourself out. we can do scales again, another round of trills, but i know you can hit the note. that's not the issue. your mental block is the problem."

[onwiththeshcw]

tagging:  @sing2you

location:  the  choir  room,  post  glee  practice

tldr:  levi  really  wanted  that  prince  solo. AND HE GOT IT !!!!

there  was  perfection,  and  then  there  was  stella  nasr.  levi  still  felt  intimidated  to  approach  her,  sometimes,  if  only  because  she  was  so  beautiful  and  talented  that  it  made  his  head  spin.  never  in  his  life  did  he  imagine  that  he  would  meet  someone  who  he  thought  was  his  equal  talent-wise.  obviously,  she  did  not,  and  frankly  could  not  feel  the  same.  that  was  fine.  levi  tried  to  be  as  suave  and  pompous  as  possible  when  around  her,  putting  on  as  many  airs  as  humanly  possible  so  that  she  might  think  he  was  more  than  a  fraud.  “stella,”  he  half-purred,  as  he  waited  for  her  after  glee  rehearsal,  his  fingers  drumming  on  the  edge  of  the  piano.  “i  have  to  say,  if  there's  anyone  i  could  entrust  a  prince  solo  with,  it  would  have  to  be  you.”  of  course,  levi  believed  it  should  have  gone  to  him  from the beginning, but  that  was  neither  here  nor  there.  he  obviously  hadn't  proved  to  kelmeckis  that  he  was  deserving  of  a  solo from the get-go,  but  no  matter.  that  would  change  soon  enough.  “i  am  disappointed  that  i  won't  be  seeing  you  at  wicked  rehearsals.”  he'd  thought  it  would  have  been  a  perfect  opportunity  for  them  to  get  to  know  each  other  better.  but  with  rumors  floating  around  that  she  was  dating  someone…  well,  levi  wasn't  afraid  to  take  a  risk.  what  was  the  worst  that  could  happen?  “you  have  to  know  how  much  i  admire  and  respect  you…r  talent.”

[sing2you]

levi was talented. they didn't have the same vocal part and weren't going out for the same roles, so stella could admit that. and yet, when her co-captain departed the new directions for more mennonite pastures, her wish for his solo hadn't been that it would be reassigned to everyone's favorite baritone. she'd wanted it for herself. 2/3 of a song. 3/3 of a song, really, but kelmeckis seemed determined to never let her fully get her way.

it was a good thing the reassignments had been announced in the group chat, because stella's disappointment had been palpable. but as team captain, she wasn't about to let that show in her interactions with her new co-soloist. instead, she offered him a bright smile, an easy "well, yes" soon following. "as captain of the new directions and also someone of immense talent, it's my duty to absolutely devour with a prince solo. congratulations to you as well, though. and noemi, of course."

levi seemed intent on delivering one compliment after another (angling for additional solos in the future perhaps?), but far be it from stella to tell him to stop. instead, after a rough couple of weeks she let herself bask in the praise. and within the compliment sandwich, the mention of wicked only warranted one extra blink!

"thank you, levi," she murmured only after he seemed to wind down. "unfortunately, i can't possibly divide my attention when the new directions need me now more than ever. and having lea michele and my ex-boyfriend's father as part of the casting process... well, i had quite a few concerns about the production to start with. the cast list, including you being an understudy instead of a lead, has only proved that my suspicions were correct. but perhaps the spring will offer us both something truly worthwhile."

[scgclden]

who. tyler & stella @sing2you where. the auditorium, the theatre department

sage asking if he'd help support the tech guys during the upcoming production of wicked wasn't exactly on tyler's bingo card. and normally, he would reject such a request. drama wasn't his thing, and he had a few enemies that were usually hanging around in that department, but call him intrigued. he liked the idea of being apart of the sound team, and he had seen a few of saint rivera's past productions. they could use all the help he could give.

walking into the near empty auditorium, tyler took one look at the set for wicked and realized he had no clue what the fuck the show was about. hopefully mr. bellamy-delacroix wouldn't hold that against him.

he was walking around the large room, looking for anyone that seemed remotely in charge, when he spotted her. god fucking dammit, could he not go one week without running into stella? this was actually the worst time, considering how their last interaction left off. "thought you weren't in this show." he said crossing his arms over his chest after dropping his bag on a nearby seat. and then it hit him how much of an absolute dick he was for making that comment, and he tried to let go of some of his hostility to apologize. "uh, sorry. i shouldn't have said that. i know this shit is a touchy subject." he continued to stand there, arms crossed in discomfort. "do you know were mr... bellamy what's his face is?"

[sing2you]

after losing the role of elphaba in wicked to someone who stella knew could not do it justice, it felt like the universe was playing a cruel joke on her when she finished up her meeting with professor zhou on the set of her greatest failure only to run into tyler perera.

she'd been avoiding the auditorium ever since the cast list went up, but rejecting her favorite professor's chosen location when stella was lucky enough to get the meeting in the first place didn't seem like the move. she needed the woman on her side in order to secure the spring play she was hoping for. so, stella blocked out her surroundings as she walked her through her ideas, her passionate picture this! only aided by the fact that they were in the space the show would go into.

but then professor zhou left. and stella...

she was just doing a debrief with herself. she wasn't lingering for any other reason. but tyler's words, directed at her from the audience, were yet another rude reminder that nothing had gone the way it was meant to on halloween.

great.

"like you care," she directed her words towards him with narrowed eyes, his apology not even registering. "i have no clue where he is, as his whereabouts are none of my concern. why are they suddenly yours?" if somehow he'd wormed his way into the cast of wicked, she was going to scream.

[rawtalents]

   🚬           ˚           ﹕ㅤㅤ  truth be told, but cillian didn't really know what he was doing here, cognizant of the things he told his twin sister, of how this was just to mess with stella, to cause some rift, to help her execute whatever scheme steele had given her. and sure, it was true to some extent, nothing he wouldn't do for his sister, but he'd known stella for two days and he could already tell she was too smart to fall for some bullshit. probably could smell it on him from a mile away. but he was here anyway, twenty minutes early just because he didn't have anything better to do, leaning against the facade of les affamés, a cigarette between his fingers as he stared off the distance. maybe he was just fucking lonely. and maybe it would've been easier if she didn't show up at all, but cillian flashed a grin anyway when he finally saw her, waving with his free hand  ──────  while he took one last long and slow drag of his cigarette, filling his lungs up with smoke. such a noxious way to soothe this white noise of nervousness skittering under his skin. why was he nervous anyway? this didn't mean a damn thing.  “  you look beautiful.  ”  at least he was sincere about that, wasn't blind despite the ulterior motives. he dropped the cigarette and crushed it underneath his shoe, though his gaze remained on stella, sliding his hands into his pockets for a second, wasn't sure what to do with them unless he had something to hold.  “  sorry, didn't get you flowers. but we can talk 'bout which ones you like for next time.  ”  said as he walked to the door, opening it for her, motioning her in with his head.  “  my captain.  ”   @sing2you

[sing2you]

stella didn't trust cillian sinclair. the twin of the girl who'd clearly been trying to get under her skin on halloween? asking her out in their first conversation ever?? please. she wasn't stupid. no one wanted immediate status in the new directions that badly. but if cece was going to use her brother for some weird manipulation tactics, two could play at that game.

she may have dressed for the date like she would any other (if she was going to fake date someone in order to annoy their sister, she was going to make sure it was convincing!), but her frame of mind going into the night was not at all first date like. there were no nerves. there was no desire to impress. instead, her thoughts leaned heavily towards skepticism.

and for good reason!

a smoker, she noted as she approached cillian outside of the restaurant he'd chosen. wow, what a clear indication that they're a total mismatch right off the bat. the tentative cece-based revenge plans that had formed in her mind were already beginning to fall apart, but stella nasr wasn't a quitter (wicked didn't count!). she was determined to see the date through.

"thanks," she acknowledged his compliment without returning it, the quick appraisal she'd given him only resulting in a nod of acknowledgment. she should have addressed the flower thing next, but instead, she had a little lecture cued up for her fake date as she slipped through the door of the diner. "i'm sure i don't need to tell you that smoking is terrible for your voice," she turned towards him to point out. "it lowers your lung capacity, reduces your range..." which is already limited to start with. no need to state it - he knew what his new directions audition had been like. "if this is going to work, as in be believable, all i ask is that you don't do it around me. this is supposed to be mutually beneficial, and i have a show choir to lead to sectionals victory."

[sing2you]

🎭 a closed starter for lucas @qbshepherd, after new directions rehearsal

"lucas! a word?" stella's voice rang out through the post-rehearsal chatter, her call to the quarterback meant to stop him in his tracks. it hadn't been all that long since their illuminating captain-to-captain chat about teamwork, and even less time had passed since he'd appeared at rehearsal looking a little too worse for wear (in a way that she had to assume football could not cause). which meant that she was still well within a reasonable timeframe to be checking in with him about both things!

of course, he wasn't in trouble. but one might not have known that from the way she'd gestured for him to come over and sit as their teammates trickled out. he was freakishly tall, so she chose to remain standing.

"i've been meaning to check in with you about a number of things. including, of course, your recent injuries and the likelihood that whatever happened will occur again prior to sectionals. and your confidence in the solo that you were at one point so surprised to have received," stella began only once the basement of jones house was empty except for them. "feel free to address whichever you'd prefer first."

[wedgeantill]

Jason Dohring as Logan Echolls in Veronica Mars | Lord of the Bling (1x13)

[sing2you]

📲 sienna for stella

contact    name.

sisi 💖

contact    photo.

contact    ringtone.

old friends from merrily we roll along (it was for good from wicked but stella has banished that musical from existence)

last    message    (un)sent.*

[unsent] stella → sienna: WHAT is wrong with this guy

*after having sent screenshots of her text convo with cillian sinclair, and before facetiming her instead

preference    of    texts,    calls    or    facetime.

facetiming! texting doesn't allow them to express the full range of emotions necessary in their conversations. they need to be able to see and hear each other. at the very least, if they're texting due to limited time, they're sending voice notes back and forth.

frequency    of    replies.

it's hard to imagine more frequent replies. if sienna is texting, stella is replying.

[sing2you]

📲 stella + carter

contact    name.

carter cortez (hockey)

contact    photo.

*photo taken from a school paper article about a previous hockey team win. this photo is included in her file on carter.

contact    ringtone.

sorry by justin bieber (his new directions audition song)

last    message    (un)sent.

[unsent] stella → carter: how did YOU get to be december, by the way? who decided that? because it's the most popular month in the calendar by far, and it hardly feels fair that some of us are stuck with months that people don't even tend to glance at a calendar for. like july.

preference    of    texts,    calls    or    facetime.

texts. if he called, she would not pick up the phone, and she doesn't think he'd do the same for her either. if he facetime'd, she'd text to ask if he meant to do that or completely ignore it.

frequency    of    replies.

still infrequent, but with the potential to increase. she sees promise in him, as long as he actually applies himself (she was more intrigued than offended by his questionable altering of sondheim's lyrics). plus, he got points for calling her hot and agreeing that her ex must hate her when she mentioned the wyatt/elphaba combo.

[sing2you]

📲for lucas @ stella

contact    name.

lucas shepherd (football)

contact    photo.

*photo taken from a writeup about the football team. stella keeps a file on all members of new directions, and includes photos from social media or news articles about them when professional headshots are not available.

contact    ringtone.

all night by the dare (his new directions audition song)

last    message    (un)sent.

[unsent] stella → lucas: to clarify, i would have given you the solo if i was allowed to make that decision. i believe you have earned it.

preference    of    texts,    calls    or    facetime.

texts. she is optimistic that they will get to the point where he will feel comfortable sending her voicenotes for vocal critique, but in the meantime she would be confused if she received a call or facetime from him.

frequency    of    replies.

slow at first, but picking up now that she knows he's serious about the new directions!

[sing2you]

📸🤨 a closed starter for emery @onwiththeshcw, after the new directions bake sale

jasper notably couldn't give a shit 95% of the time, but with that remaining 5%... sometimes he actually did his parents proud. much to everyone's surprise, he was in fact capable of locking in and writing a good story for the paper. and there was no better time to prove that than in the present, given that the abrams fire was the first ever interesting thing to happen at saint rivera.

post-fire, he'd wasted no time. interviews: lined up. information: discovered. witnesses to corroborate whatever tale he was about to spin: ...

so, that was what led him to emery on day three of the glee club's bake sale. after the fundraiser had concluded for the day, because he wasn't giving that group any more of his money. did he know her? not really! but she'd been on the list of glee club members in abrams that one of his sources had provided. and she was conveniently one of the handful of people left at the glee club table at that very moment (between her and dumbass bitchwick, she was obviously the superior choice).

"you're one of the people who lived in abrams, right?" he asked once it seemed like enough cleanup had occurred. "i'm doing an article for the school paper. seeing if there were witnesses. if there's anything to marijoy's claims that this was glee club sabotage. i was wondering if you had a sec to talk - off the record, if you want."

[scgclden]

who. goldie & lore @sing2you where. during the car wash fundraiser, day two

lore was doing the best she could to keep it together, and goldie really appreciated that. like, given everything that happened, only crying in between cars was sooo impressive. and as a break began, goldie walked over to lore and silently took her hand to pull her to a more private location(if there is such a thing when you're outside in a car park). "hi babe. how are you doing?" she asked, bringing a hand up to run through lore's hair in a soothing motion. "you're such a trooper for being here, but if you wanna dip early you can. no one's gonna hold it against you. especially not me."

[sing2you]

the first day of car washing had been rough. as if the rain wasn't bad enough, the fact that lorelei had entirely too much time to just sit around and think about her dorm burning down really sealed the deal. if only her camera hadn't been lost to the fire, making it impossible for her to contribute to the sexy calendar...

day two unfortunately did not look much better. but as she scrubbed in silence, she did at least manage to avoid crying! which hadn't been the case yesterday, even though she claimed that it was just the rain! she was doing better. she was in the zone. so when goldie shook her out of whatever car-washing trance she'd been in, it took a moment for lore to realize she'd been guided away.

"oh," she started, avoiding eye contact because she knew she was about to lie. "no, i'm good!" she was not, and that was obvious based on the fact that she'd washed a record low number of cars (in her defense, she only thought she'd been recruited to collect payment!). "i'm just... annoyed that we were asked to tone it down."