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𝘫𝘶𝘭𝘺 23, 2023. 1:00𝘱𝘮
𝖎𝖓𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝕯OMINIC HAD TAKEN his seat infront of the mics and across from suminar, who was currently checking the story he had just posted. naturally, she feels to immediately address it.

"pretty corny for this, bro," she shows her screen to him and he pulls a shocked yet amused face. "why?"

"that meme is from like- 2019." she states and he rolls his eyes playfully. "guess i'm an old soul when it comes to things i find humorous on the internet."

there were people setting up around them, since this podcast was also filmed as well as it was recorded for streaming services. they were about to call for action when dominic, like a schoolboy on a field trip, asks something that interrupts it.

"can i do it?"

suminar tries not to smile, just nodding simply. "ofcourse! go 'head. chance?" she turns to one of her crew members who was holding the clapperboard and quickly gives it to dominic.

he slams it down after saying, "marking." and she even feels more relaxed and ready to talk once she knew the podcast was going. the crew member came through to snatch back the board so he wouldn't have to awkwardly hold it all the time.

"hey."

"hi."

"welcome to bring a band t-shirt, i'm suminar choul and i'm wearing weezer today. who are you and what are you wearing?"

"uh, what's up? my name's dominic fike. and i am also wearing... weezer."

"can i get my flow back?" she mutters under her breath and he squints.

"was that a 2016 xxl cypher reference?"

"well yes. it's also a question that needs answering," she purses her lips. "clarification for all the people who are streaming this, i'm wearing pinkerton merch. a better album than whatever the fuck he's got on—"

"and i'm wearing the blue album. the one that solidified them as artists," he says over her to make his point stick.

she ignores him and moves on but not without one last dig. "and pinkerton let us know they were here to stay. but anyways! you excited to be here?"

"yeah. not my first rodeo, though."

suminar pauses, "i think you're confused. this is a podcast."

"no that's not what i meant. like this- this is- it isn't my first podcast," he explains and she nods her head.

"so you're a whore?"

the crew behind the camera give some snickers and even he gives a little stifled laugh.

"God, you wouldn't believe," he rasps out and sips on the coffee in his cup. suminar tries not to feel a certain way with how he says it, so instead she pulls an odd face, which he chuckles at.

"so... it's july 23rd. in two days, you're performing at the amphitheater in atlanta. hometown of mine. are you fond of amphitheaters?"

the way she says this makes his ears prick up. "you have multiple hometowns?" he asks and she can even hear someone laugh in the back.

"huh?"

"the way you worded that... just then. hometown of mine like... like your birth certificate has like- three fuckin' locations on it or somethin'."

feeling slightly humbled, she looks side to side while there's some passing silence.

"but uh, back to the main topic, i've never really seen too many amphitheaters so i uh- it's weird how i'm gonna be playing in one."

"hmph. cool. i just think it's really surprising how full circle you've come," she says with a straight face, which in turn, made it all seem a million times more endearing.

"mm."

"i've been a fan of yours for a while, and to see how your career's going now and where it's gonna go from here is truly amazing. like you were literally one of those little florida fuckers with face tats and a terrible attitude and now you're—"

this makes dominic burst out laughing, since he knew how accurate the description was.

"—now you're taking off with a very visceral yet orchestrated album. it's kinda cool. it's kinda awesome. should be patting yourself on the back alot," she finishes as he comes down from laughing.

"yeah, thanks. wanna do it for me?"

"sure."

dominic literally gets up from his seat and turns over but also bends down so suminar could pat his back. she does so a little slowly, since it was an odd position he just put her in but she still does it.

"thanks."

"yep."

he goes to sit back down. "wait, how long you been a fan of me?"

"well," she gives him a little knowing smile and he looks at her like he's ready to throw hands or something, "i actually wanted to pull up something really quickly. chance?"

the crew member quickly hurries on set to hand her an ipad and she looks as if she's pulling up a video.

"sumi... i swear to God..."

"no one calls me sumi, it's suminar," she corrects, her eyes not moving from where they were focused.

"good, i'm the first one to call you it," he says back fairly quickly and she looks up from the ipad, squints her eyes, the goes back to pressing play on the video.

it's a very old video of when dominic used to rap. that right there just showcased how far back her being a fan went. she was a little disappointed when he stopped rapping completely but her taste evolved like someone's sound evolves. including dominic's. so funnily enough, she still stayed a fan.

"the underground banger, jada pinkett, has been unreleased from soundcloud. why do you think that is?" she asks as if he wasn't the nigga who made the song or some shit, holding the ipad up to her chest.

dominic just sits there as she lets the video play, having no real idea how to answer the question, it was weird. she pauses it, looking up at him.

"and, not to get too personal, but i've always leaned towards angela bassett. in reference to black actresses from the 90s, ofcourse..." she trails off and there's another little awkward pause it's just that he doesn't know what to say this time.

"sour patch kids or haribo's?" she suddenly asks, holding the ipad up and out frame so her beloved chance could take it from her.

"what... i- wha- you-"

she stares at him intently, like she was genuinely waiting for an honest answer to her question.

"what kinda packet of haribo's are we talking?" he runs a hand over his face.

"starmix."

"and sour patch kids?"

"crazy sour."

he waits to think, before making a beckoning motion with his hand. "patch me up."

she practically gawks, not be able to believe that he chose such a horrid answer. "you're a sick fuck."

"just... let me burn my tongue off in peace, please," he says with a fake agitated tone and she just chucks him the packet. she gets herself a packet of jolly ranchers and they both open up and begin to snack on the candy.

"so i kinda wanna address the elephant in the room. something people might not actually know about you when they look at you."

he tilts his head, and suminar tries not to get butterflies at how angelic his face actually was when the light hit it like that. he wasn't even that attractive to her before. but he kept making music that was real and she kept tuning into it. can you really blame her for him being the exact same in person too?

"you being racially ambiguous."

dominic laughs again, including some of her crew. she shoves a jolly rancher in her mouth, cherry specifically, and keeps at the side of her mouth before talking again.

"so with you being racially ambiguous, i gotta ask... opinions on dr umar?" she squints at him.

"so... can we circle back right quick? to the uh—"

"not before you answer."

"not before i answer, okay. i think uh... oh, fuck, you're settin' me up. tryna get me trending on twitter, huh? popcrave and popbuzz are gonna have a fuckin' field day, huh, sumi?"

her laugh was neatly suppressed, only really cracking a smile before swallowing it and turning to a straight face. her mic was held by her two hands as she sat up in her seat, anticipating.

"stop calling me sumi."

"okay. sorry, baby. but uh..."

the camera zooms in on her face (one of confusion and disgust) while dominic still thinks.

"man, i think his opinions on... on certain things are awesome. like- how the black community should y'know- take on the same enthusiasm the black panthers did and be more uplifting but also... he's said some really weird stuff. like questionable."

"hmm. i think twitter'll be okay with that," she says but it was slightly unintelligible since she was sucking on the sweet in her mouth.

"yeah," they both nod simultaneously before dominic rewinds, "okay, so the racially ambiguous thing. wha- well what do you mean?"

"isn't being of mixed ethnicity technically being of ambiguity?" she bats her eyelashes.

"well, i- i guess- depending on your skin tone, but... why's it of importance?"

"well... what do you identify as?" she asks and the camera pans over to him and zooms in a little. this kind of felt like a really weird episode of the office. so, just the office.

"uh... my mom's filipina. my dad's black but- he's got a bit of haitian in him too. so... mixed," he explains.

"oh, cool! same."

"really?"

"no." and dominic's face immediately drops and he looks in the camera. okay, now it really felt like the office.

"just sudanese. south sudanese, actually," she clarifies. "what's the uh... what's the difference?" he asks and she nods a little.

"you ever heard of compasses?"

he sighs, knowing where she was going to go with this. "yes, i have heard of compasses, suminar."

"well the core directions in a compass are north, east, south and west. when i was younger, the way i would remember it was naughty elephant squirting water. south is downwards. so whenever you need to remember where south is, you just remember..." she stops herself, realising what she just did.

"squirting?"

literally the whole crew erupted into laughing fits like little kids, with dominic joining in and even her a little bit. she tries so hard to calm down and she has to press her lips together to stop herself from doing it once more.

"moving on. moving on... pretty swiftly! actually..."

"wait. how was this conversation of importance at all, if you don't mind me asking?" dominic quickly interrupts, even looking behind set to try and help him out with the answer.

"listen, okay," suminar leans in and puts on a softer voice, "i don't wanna have to use the restraints if you keep using that tone with me."

there's a small pit of silence and dominic almost cracks, smirking as she does so back. he shuts up though and apologises. with a look up and down and small little nod, she sits back in her seat properly.

"you're really good at playing guitar."

"thankyou." he replies, smacking on a sour patch kid.

"something i also picked up when i listen to you is all your guitar solos are very raw and you leave in your mistakes. like you'll fuck up on a chord but it doesn't distract from the overall melody. like what kinda woman, it feels so real. like you can really get imagery of just like- you in the studio, sat recording the song, one take, not giving a fuck. i think that's why a lotta people fuck with you. it's why i fuck with you. your ability to showcase authenticity where alot of people don't really seem capable of wanting to showcase it."

this, of all things, makes dominic smile. hard at that. like he was waiting for somebody to pick up on that. a genuine smile like that makes suminar's heart flutter in a similar way when ice spice gave her a kiss on the cheek for a picture, just with a little more intensity.

"thankyou, suminar. i mean, i only make music for people to dance to. alot of the shit on this album was made at a time where i felt like i had so much to say. but one thing's for sure... this isn't acting. never is, never will be. i lived a fucked-up life but i've lived it, shit. i have a God-given talent to tell people about it. so that's what i'll do."

she nods intensely, really resonating with what was said and truly understanding him. "we're getting informed about you, though, we learn even if it's not currently where you are. again, congratulations on being sober. that's so real, well done."

"appreciate it," he nods and everyone gives a little round of applause, "thank you. i've been sober for a fair share of months now, which feels like an eternity already. but, i'm so glad i made that decision. the person i used to be was a complete dick, and the person i am now is only slightly dickish! two completely different people."

"in some cases, i'd argue against not having a complete dick but i think this is my only exception," she quips which makes him giggle a bit.

"i also noticed," she begins again, "you're so much more determined. you perform with pace, and meaning. you perform like you're leaving your heart out on stage instead of like you've got somewhere you're supposed to get to afterwards. those kids in the stands, they feel that. i see that, i feel that. and you most definitely should be proud of yourself for it."

her voice was again, awkward and deadpan but again, it made everyone really feel her words. she meant that shit, not to mention she explained it in such a beautiful way. a way that even made dominic stare at her very intensely. this makes her look away, not really wanting him to see the way she will get flustered.

"you're like- inlove with me, right?"

"wha- dude!" she exclaims, looking at him like he was way out of pocket (even though he way wasn't).

"that's what that was. it was like- 'hey, dominic. i literally wanna kiss you 'cause of your music ability but instead of voicing that statement," he says "i'm gonna dance around it. with words.'" he points upwards with one finger like some articulated nerd and crosses one leg over the other once he was done.

he was staring straight ahead in the camera, like the fucker had just cracked the da vinci code or something. though, suminar was there to burst his bubble.

"you were completely off with that analysis, i was boutta ask what your favourite guitar to play was," she says bluntly as he stares on.

"uh, a guitar that i got that was made in 2005. and you still wanna kiss me," his eyes aren't moving from the camera as he says this. neither was his shit-eating grin.

"you ever had mono?"

this is what makes him crack. "dude, what the fuck?!" he looks at her like she has seven heads while the crew laugh again. she shrugs. "you're the one who decided to take the kissing route of conversation topics," she reminds him, "you also didn't confirm nor deny."

"wha- bu-" the stammering of his words makes suminar purse her lips in a 'gotcha, bitch' way almost. "no i've never had mono."

"but you also confirmed you're quite the whore."

again, dominic doesn't respond but looks around the set for some sort of help like he was stuck.

"you think you could fuck around and set me up with jacob elordi?"

he then pulls a really disgusted and shocked face at her, and it was there that she breaks. she giggles quite sheepishly, she just needed to get her laugh out, before straightening up again.

"sorry. i meant- what's your favourite song to perform on the album? this is about the album," she smiles awkwardly.

"what is your sign, suminar choul?"

not that she didn't want to immediately answer anything he asked because of the way he said her name, but that's exactly how that happened. "i am a sagittarius."

the corner of his lip was bitten as he stares at her for a second or two before speaking again, "makes sense. you're funny and your wit is like- really sharp. really clever."

suminar holds her hands up in defeat, "i get that i may look like a blonde white lady but i'm actually not amelia dimoldenberg. she's chicken shop date girl. do the flirting shit there."

dominic then runs a hand over his face. "oh fuck, did i hit up the wrong chick?"

"yeah. yeah, she's overseas." after the plain statement, they share another one of those smiles and dominic finally answers the question about his favourite song to perform.

"i love double negative. i always go back to putting it on the setlist, it's like uh... the pacing of it is good, it's fun to play on guitar, i love singing it. it's just all around good."

she smiles a little, liking the way he answered. she looks away from his gaze when he tries to meet it since she was trying to talk and it wouldn't work if he kept staring at her.

"something i really want to ask you. you've gone through many changes as of recently, almost like you've unlocked a new level of artistry for yourself. i just want to know what people can expect — not just with this album, with you," she requests and it was kind of an intense thing to end off with.

he looks like he was deeply thinking about it, which made her happy because she really wanted to know from a fan perspective. he scratches his head, still trying to form an answer.

"fuck, you can ask a question. you're really good at this, by the way," he compliments and she winks at him in response, "i guess the way i can answer this is... i'm so set on moving with intention now. that's the main part of me being sober, i'm now in a conscious state of mind. i can be conscious about the shows i put on, the music i put out. i want my fans to see that there's an intent of me giving them the best night they've had or best record they've heard."

again, suminar felt very enamoured. he was exceeding many of her expectations with how he operated. she liked it actually, he was a true musician. in every single sense.

"just so you know... i know of somebody who's so set on seeing that part of you," she tells him and he smirks at her, leaning back in his seat.

"yeah?"

"mhm!" she nods and with the extra long pause (that wasn't humorous, but something else she couldn't make out) she knew the streaming services wouldn't be able to get, it was time for the outro.

"dominic fike, you're wearing a weezer shirt and you were a kickass guest. your new album sunburn is out now, 7 hours a personal favourite over here. thankyou for coming on bring a band t-shirt."

"i've had so much fun, sumi', thankyou for having me. you're a wonder at this, no surprise at all you're taking off."

she smiles pretty hard, biting her lip before it turns into a grin. "okay, but let's say... hypothetically... you were to run me the money..."

"'cause you be the baddie b, barbie tingz—"

"bangin' body b." they say at the same time and purely monotone and very quickly, she gets up from her seat to dap him up.

"okay bye, everyone!"

"bye!"

"bye!"

"ah!"

"ahhhhhh!" and before you ask, yes. the podcast ended when both of them screaming their heads off into the mic.

𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐒𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐌𝐏, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐘 "𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇?"
this might be the longest
chapter in this entire book
i'm putting it down in writing
now 💀 i really fucking liked
writing this tho and i hope
everyone had fun reading it!!
and their signs are very much
compatible also 🥺 sumi is
fiery and dom is there to calm
her down

suminar is me tho slowly
falling more and more in
love as he speaks. esp
when what's coming out
of his mouth isn't that of
complete dog shite.

be sure to vote nd
comment i wanna
know how you
thought this was! i
love you guys so
much ❤️