𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: amor studios, electric avenue / @starinvasion
she's been putting the key nicolau gave her to good use, clearly. both feet are propped up on a stool in front of her as she leans back in her seat, doing half twirls without a care in the world. the goal was to write at least one new song, but she's too distracted, words too sloppy in her mind to get down on paper. “this isn't working,” she huffs, turning toward camila with a pout. “SHOULD WE GO ON LIVE INSTEAD ?”











