Coffee Serenade || Rosie & Vas
rosie-wright:
The Peaky Blinders hiatus was an odd change at first. To go from constant touring to slow mornings in bed wasn’t anything Rosie frowned at, but after a week or two of this relaxed routine the singer was bored. She craved the adrenaline of a stage performance. More honestly, she craved the attention - the activity. She’d started working almost immediately after that, letting her agent hook her up with any deals possible. Modeling had become more frequent in her days, strumming the bass in her free time as she tapped out her own songs, independent of Peaky’s style. Now with the return of Superstar USA, her days were back to a busier level.
Now it was nine am and she’d spent the majority of the prior night sounding out another song for her album. Burden of Blood she’d titled the melody, falling to sleep around three a.m. when she’d finished a decent demo. She was awake too early, ever having excelled at sleeping in. With a little white pill to wake her fully, she sought her roommates company. The blogger was always the first to hear her creation, Rosie’s favorite beauty to run her melodies across.
“Vasilija,” Rosie called, turning her best friends name into a one word song that echoed through the duplex apartment, the sound less sweet and more tempered. “I will trade coffee and serenades for breakfast assistance!”
It seemed as though her fan base and popularity shot up over night, Vas found herself completely swamped with requests and offers when it felt like she had done nothing to really deserve such a surge in it all. Since moving away from Philadelphia, she;s felt herself relax even further and settle into life with Rosie whom she was now sharing her apartment with; they’d always been close so when the Peaky’s hiatus came and they all pursued different things, Vas and Rosie took an apartment together and supported one another’s careers.
Vas had an unspoken vow that she’d not leave her bed before 11am unless given a good enough reason but with Rosie, she seemed to be dragging herself from the confines of her bedding earlier than she’d ever experienced before. From where she was in the apartment, Vas could hear Rosie moving around and prayed that she’d allow her to sleep, but Vas never was right with these things and started dragging herself out of her bed.
“I expect the biggest mug of coffee we own.” She called back before wrapping herself in a blanket and shuffling out of the room and toward her best friend’s voice. When finally seeing Rosie, she gave the girl a tired smile before slinking into the kitchen and leaning heavily against the work top. “Did you finished the demo?”
