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𝗔𝗣𝗥. 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟬

𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙤 has posted !

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♥︎ liked by pascalispunk, gabbycant, marleigh and 3.6m others
alulacancio     4.20

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user    FINALLY YES
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user    MOM U WERE MISSED
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user    WAIT PEDRO HEARTED THIS POST!!!!!
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    ⤷user    I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE TO NOTICE
    ⤷user    it's fucking pedro pascal, karen. ofc ur not the only one to notice.
    ⤷user    fuck off janet.
    ⤷user    u first, barbara.

marleigh    so so excited bb! 💓
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    ⤷alulanut    ilu 🥺
    ⤷user    im so glad u guys are still friends
    ⤷marleigh    like im ever leaving this beautiful moonlight
    ⤷user    OMGHNSJN MARLEIGH REPLIED STOO MEJJOIEAJL

user    PLS DON'T EVER LEAVE US AGAIN

user    great now pedro's giving her attention

user    is pedro gonna speak orrrr

gabbycant    i just know this is gonna be fire ykw? because you fckn made it.
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    ⤷alulacancio    ur being nice on social media ... someone alert the media
    ⤷gabbycant    i bet this song is gonna suck so much dick.
    ⤷user    LMFAOO GABBY
    ⤷marleigh    lets all be nice children
    ⤷gabbycant    please get off of my comment.

user    i bet alula was just super depressed for a bit

pascalispunk    I'm excited to hear the godlike whistle tones you can make. Wait, is that inappropriate of me to say?
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    ⤷user    PEDRO?????????
    ⤷user    she aint the only one who can make whistle tones for u mister pascal ;)
    ⤷gabbycant    someone get they horny kids outta this comment section
    ⤷alulacancio    watch twitter blow up because of this comment.
    ⤷pascalispunk    alulacancio    Oops?

user    LMFAOOO PEDRO

user    nah cause alula must have that unspoken rizz or smth

user    does that mean pedro is a alulanut ?
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    ⤷pascalispunk    Born and raised.
    ⤷user    HOLY FUCK PEDRO REPLIED TO ME, IM GONNA HAVE A HEART ATTACK
    ⤷ollytheelephant    not before i come strangle u
    ⤷user    who tf are u?
    ⤷pascalispunk    user    I apologize, this fan follows me everywhere I go. She somehow finds my comment amongst thousands
    ⤷gabbycant    u should keep her as a pet
    ⤷ollytheelephant    bark bark, bitch
    ⤷alulacancio    dear god 😟

                  The penthouse was abuzz with a nervous energy, permeating through the high-ceilinged rooms and the city views through floor-to-ceiling windows. Alula, dressed in a soft, oversized sweater, paced back and forth across her plush white rug, her bare feet sinking into the plush fibers with each step. Her platinum blonde hair was styled in a high, messy bun, strands escaping to frame her face in a charmingly disheveled manner, making her look younger, more vulnerable than her persona on stage suggested.

"Lula, love, you're stressing me out, come sit." Marleigh's voice rang in the tense air, her british accent thick with worry.

Nodding slowly, Alula walked to the couch, and sat in the middle, her petite frame swallowed by the deep cushions of the white plush sofa. Strands of hair were framing her face, her eyes aflutter with worry. Her lips, usually upturned in a dazzling smile, were pursed together. She clutched her oversized sweater, her fingers tangling the soft fabric, a silent manifestation of her nerves. "What if they don't like it? What if-"

To her right, Marleigh was the image of serenity. With her stunning caramel skin and striking features, she was an attractive contrast to Alula's more delicate beauty. Her reassuring gaze never left her best friend as she tried to soothe Alula's fears, her British accent soft and comforting in the echoing silence of the penthouse. "Luna," she began, her voice calm and steady. "You're brilliant. You've poured your heart and soul into this. They're not just going to like it, they'll love it."

On Alula's left, Gabby sat nonchalantly, a playful smirk playing on her lips. Her brown hair was swept back in a high ponytail, her green eyes twinkling with mischief. She was the older sister, the unshakeable pillar of strength in their little trio. Her voice was the lighthearted foil to Marleigh's sweet reassurances, and a smirk that screamed 'proud older sister', chimed in. "Besides, since when do you care so much about what people think? You make music because it's your passion, remember?"

"And if they don't," Gabby quipped, her grin turning wicked, "you can always pull a Kanye on 'em, steal someone's mic at the Grammys."

A muffled snort escaped from Marleigh, her hand coming up to stifle her laughter. Even Alula couldn't help but chuckle at her sister's irreverent humor.

But as the laughter ebbed, it was replaced by the soft hum of the city far below, and the faint glow of the setting sun painting the room in hues of orange and red. Alula's laughter faded last, her anxious eyes finding her friends as she hesitantly voiced her deepest concern, her fingers nervously twisting the end of her platinum blonde hair. "But... what if Pedro doesn't like it?" she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She had been sidestepping this particular fear all evening, avoiding the name that had been on the tip of her tongue. Pedro - the man who unknowingly inspired this journey of healing and self-discovery encapsulated in her music.

Gabby and Marleigh exchanged a glance, their smirks returning in full force. They both knew how much Pedro Pascal meant to Alula, how his words of comfort and encouragement, even from afar, had ignited a spark within her. It was this spark that had ultimately led to the birth of the song about to be released to the world.

"Oh, lulu," Marleigh said, her voice thick with suppressed laughter. She looked at Alula, her brown eyes twinkling. "Since when did Pedro Pascal become your personal music critic?"

Beside Alula, Gabby snorted, her arms crossing over her chest as she leaned back into the plush sofa. "You think too highly of him, sis," she chimed in, her green eyes gleaming with mirth. "He's just a guy with a shiny helmet who happens to be good with a laser gun. I bet he doesn't even understand the complexities of music."

Alula could only manage a soft groan, hiding her blushing face behind her hands, her embarrassment painting a vivid picture of her feelings for Pedro. "I... I just ... I really want him to love it, you know?" she said, voice shaky. "He inspired it."

A moment of silence fell over them, a sacred space in which Alula's vulnerability was safely cradled. It was Marleigh who broke the silence, her honey-like voice, a balm of reassurance. "Alula, darling. He will. Just like everyone else will. It's genuine, it's raw and it's you. It's impossible not to love."

While Marleigh provided the comfort, Gabby decided to inject some humor into the situation. "Imagine," she started, an impish gleam in her eye, "the headlines. 'Hollywood actor inspires chart-topping song.' Maybe he'll be so moved, he'll want a private concert. And after that private concert," she drawled, drawing out each word for dramatic effect, "imagine what could happen backstage..."

Alula's face turned a delightful shade of crimson. Gabby's laughter filled the room, uninhibited and infectious, pulling a chuckle out of Marleigh, too. Undeterred, Gabby carried on with her friendly ribbing, her hands flailing in exaggerated gestures that left nothing to the imagination.

"C'mon, lula," she coaxed, her hand movements emulating a scene of intense romance. Her other hand acted as an imaginary microphone, drawing closer to Alula's flushed face, "Tell us, how deeply do you want Senor Pascal to... appreciate your song?"

In response to her sister's shenanigans, Alula let out a high-pitched squeal, hiding her embarrassed face behind her hands. This only seemed to encourage Gabby, who continued to make lurid suggestions and gestures. She was interrupted as Alula launched a throw pillow at her, missing by mere inches as Gabby ducked, laughing uproariously. Her gestures were animated and suggestive, one hand rocking the imaginary 'tree' she'd concocted, while the other made a cradling motion that had Alula's eyes rolling even as her laughter filled the room.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

In the stillness of her penthouse, the world beyond her window a twinkling panorama of distant lives, Alula felt her heart pound against her ribcage. The comfort of her friends' presence was a calm port in the turbulent storm of her emotions. It was moments like these where she felt the essence of her career, the very real highs and lows of sharing her life, her pain, and her triumphs through her music.

She held her phone in her hands, her fingers hovering over the screen as she drafted a message to Pedro. After a moment of hesitation, she typed out the words, her heart thumping in her chest.

um, hi pedro 🥺

i'm not sure what time it
is for you but my new single
is abt to drop and i really want
you to listen to the lyrics. like
really really listen.

because u inspired it. ☁️🖖🏼💧

With the world beyond her screen none the wiser, she looked at the clock. It was almost time. The quiet in the room seemed to stretch, time slowing as anticipation settled in her bones. Her thumb hovered over the final button, the one that would release her creation into the world. She could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

"Here goes nothing..." She murmured, giving her friends a quick glance. They shared an encouraging smile, their hands reaching out to hold hers.

And then, with a soft exhale, she pressed the button. The world shifted, her words and melody now a shared experience, and all she could do was wait for the world, and Pedro, to hear her heart.

𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎. 💌
𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 !

• 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚎 •
•𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚢 hazzawckd•

ok now i'm leaving u guys sweating for a while
im literally out of chapters to post :////////