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๊จ„

๐— ๐—”๐—ฅ๐—–๐—› ๐Ÿณ๐—ง๐—› , ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ
๐—Ÿ๐—ข๐—ฆ ๐—”๐—ก๐—š๐—˜๐—Ÿ๐—˜๐—ฆ , ๐—–๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—™๐—ข๐—ฅ๐—ก๐—œ๐—”
๐Ÿฏ:๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿญ ๐—ฃ๐— 

Kiana sat in the studio, writing a song that had come to her at 4 in the morning. The only information she had given herself was a voice memo of herself mumbling some lyrics, which quite frankly wasn't a lot to go off of.

"Hey," Jackโ€”Kiana's producerโ€”clapped her on the shoulder and sat on the other end of the couch, "Still stuck?" Kiana nodded, "Just take a quick breather, you can't force yourself to remember."

Kiana ignored Jacks advice and continued to scribble lyrics in her notebook. Jack reached forward and snatched the notebook from the singers grasp.

"Come on!" Kiana whined. "I was getting somewhere!"

Jack glanced at the paper then back at Kiana, "There's like six words on here."

"And I had five before, I call that progress."

"I call that the opposite of progress," Jack tossed the notebook back to Kiana. "The lyrics look great so far."

"The shitty part of being a singer is that I get song ideas in the middle of the night and then leave myself the shittiest voice memo."

Jack chuckled, "You'd be surprised at how many singers leave themselves shitty voice memos."

"You don't need to be here, Jack."

"I do," He answered. "Because without me you'd work yourself to death"

"Oh, speaking of work," Kiana set the notebook aside and sat up. "Katie called. She asked if I could be an opener for their tour."

"I assume you said yes?" Jack asks.

Kiana nodded. "I haven't seen Naomi, Jo, or Katie in such a long time. Plus it'd be nice to be an opener for my friends"

"They tell you who the other opener is?" Asked Jack, but Kiana shook her head.

Kiana's phone buzzed suddenly, it was Naomi.

๐—ก๐—ฎ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ถ
Kie
About the other opener

๐—ž๐—ฒ๐˜†๐Ÿ”‘
What about the other opener
??

๐—ก๐—ฎ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ถ
Before I say anything we would all completely
understand if you didn't want to open for us
anymore
๐—ž๐—ฒ๐˜†๐Ÿ”‘
Holy shit Naomi just say it

๐—ก๐—ฎ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ถ
The second opener is Boygenius

Kiana stared at the message on her phone, trying to decide if it was real or not. It had been years since Kiana heard that name.

Boygenius.

Kiana had been around when the band was touring their self titled ep and had grown close with Phoebe and Lucy. But when Julien and Kiana split, the friends had to choose sides, and it was no surprise when they had chosen Julien over her. She didn't hold it against them though. Kiana knew she was completely at fault for the breakup in the first place.

๐—ก๐—ฎ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ถ
Kie?
Are you still alive?

๐—ž๐—ฒ๐˜†๐Ÿ”‘
Barely

๐—ก๐—ฎ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ถ
We honestly forgot you and Julien
used to be a thing

๐—ž๐—ฒ๐˜†๐Ÿ”‘
It's fine
I won't bail on you guys

๐—ก๐—ฎ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ถ
You swear?

๐—ž๐—ฒ๐˜†๐Ÿ”‘
I swear

๐—ก๐—ฎ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ถ
Thank fuck because we do not have the time
to get another opener

Kiana put her phone away and threw her head back with a groan. "What the fuck did I just do?"

"What did you do?" Jack asked.

"I'm gonna be an opener for MUNA."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Boygenius is the other opener." Kiana informs him.

"Oh." Jack understood immediately. "You don't want to see her?"

"It's not that I don't want to see her, I just can't." She stated, lifting her head so she was facing Jack. "She hates me, Jack."

"You don't know that"

"I slowly destroyed our relationship with constant fights. Julien couldn't stand to be around me. I think it's safe to say she hates my guts."

"You clearly haven't listened to I Wish You Would." Says Jack. "That woman doesn't hate you. She misses you, Kiana."

"No she doesn't."

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see."




๐—”/๐—ก:
so this was sort of a filler chapter???
chapter 2 is when all the drama starts

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