𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚈 . . 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴

&  31  |  cis woman  |  she  /  her  —  ah  ,  beatrice  ‘blaze’  black ,  you  again  .  we  expected  we'd  see  your  {  white-knuckled  ,  sterling  silver  fists  shattering  polished  camera  lenses  too  close  for  comfort  }  feel  around  these  parts  .  on  the  a  list  for  being  a  musician  (  joan  jett  )  aren't  you  ?  we  can  help  with  that  !  for  starts  ,  we'll  need  to  make  the  resilient  and  insouciant  side  of  your  personality  shine  and  do  something  about  leaving  that  ostentatious  and  obstinate  side  of  yours  behind  closed  doors  .  at  least  those  dakota  johnson  looks  might  just  give  you  a  real  shot  .  that's  if  getting  banned  from  norway  doesn't  destroy  you  first  !

*  night  at  the  museum  set  a-blaze  .

do  you  have  trust  issues  ?

      “   hah  ––  next  question.  ”

what  makes  you  happy  ?

      “  the  rush  of  adrenaline  i  get  when  i  walk  off  stage  ,  y’know  ?  man  it’s  like  i’m  on  top  of  the  fuckin’  world.  those  people  out  there  coming  to  see  me  ?  fuckin’  crazy.  that  and  probably  extra  crispy  french  fries.  ”

is  there  anyone  you  would  die  for  ?

who:   @deadwaxed​​!

where:   musso  &  frank  grill   !

❝  might  be  a  little  childish  but  ,  whenever  i  finish  with  a  song  i  like  to  get  a  treat  to  celebrate  .  ❞   a  laugh  as  alva  dug  her  spoon  into  the  chocolate  sundae  ,  lifting  out  the  marishino  cherry  and  popping  it  into  her  mouth  .  a  habit  she’d  held  since  childhood  ,  dear  grandmother  always  making  her  cakes  when  she’d  returned  home  from  performances  .  of  course  ,  back  then  it  had  been  lokum  rather  than  sweet  chocolate  sundaes  .    ❝  you  have  some  sort  of  ritual  yourself  ,  ja  ?   ❞

He ducked his head, glancing up with a roll of his eyes before he pulled off his cap with a huff. “If glasses work for Clark Kent…” he trailed off, leaning back in his seat and smiling at Blaze. It was nice to see a familiar face, one who still saw him just as Matt and probably always would. She had always kept him level headed and was the main thing that kept his head from expanding to an unreasonable size when his fame was first growing. He owed her, honestly. 

“Why is it that every time we run into each other you do nothing but make fun of me, huh? Am I just an easy target? Is it the puppy-dog eyes?” He laughed, pushing the chair across from him out enough for her to sit down. “God, no. Three movies were more than enough to last me the rest of my life. I still can’t believe I agreed to them in the first place.” He rolled his eyes. He had never really been comfortable in front of cameras, unless he was on stage. Hiding behind a microphone stand and his bass gave him confidence he rarely felt otherwise. “You know I’m actually glad you ran into me. I’ve been-” he paused, leaning in and glancing around to make sure no one else was paying the any mind, “I’ve been working on a new song, something for the new album. It’s filthy, heavy, nothing like we’ve ever done before,” he leaned back, “I’m completely stuck on the bass line.” 

      “  yeah  well  …  i  hate  to  break  it  to  you  ,  rifty  ,  you’re  no  clark  kent.  the  only  world’s  you’re  rockin’  are  teeny  boppers’  in  heat  ––  and  mine  at  one  point  many  moons  ago  ,  but  i  would  hardly  say  it  was  rockin’.  ”  she  teased  ,  the  jab  coming  with  great  ease.  the  past  was  the  past  ,  their  absolutely  blindsiding  ‘  relationship  ’  still  a  shock  that  press  still  haven’t  quite  managed  to  shake  off  even  after  all  these  years.  she  would  admit  ––  it  was  an  unlikely  pairing  ,  a  clash  of  personalities  that  would  make  for  quite  a  comical  movie.  perhaps  a  screenwriter  years  in  the  future  would  dig  up  the  dirt  to  tell  the  tale  ,  an  ’inspired  by  true  events’  box  office  hit.  “  wow  ,  you’re  finally  catching  on.  ”  she  grinned  ,  shrugging  her  shoulders  as  shook  took  a  few  strides  backwards.  at  first  the  encounter  seemed  to  be  a  priority  ,  but  the  small  rumble  that  gradually  built  up  in  her  stomach  spoke  for  itself.  in  the  midst  of  accepting  his  defeat  ,  she  took  the  window  of  self-reflection  to  approach  the  counter.

      she’d  hinted  at  her  arrival  (  she  hadn’t  )  ;  but  still  ...  what  else  ,  or  who  else  ,  did  matthew  donovan  have  the  time  of  day  for  ?  it’s  not  like  he  was  some  big  actor  or  anything  ,  hell  ,  blaze  was  lucky  if  she  could  name  three  of  the  projects  he’d  been  in  ...  kidding.  if  anything  ,  her  presence  should’ve  been  a  blessing  ,  a  gift  that  was  a  rarity  ;  but  when  it  gave  ,  it  kept  on  giving.  the  engine  roared  as  she  flew  down  the  driveway  ,  bypassing  the  luxurious  security  system  ,  one  hand  barely  grazing  the  steering  wheel  while  she  laid  on  the  horn.  like  a  bull  in  a  china  shop  ,  that  ever  so  pleasant  evening  air  was  tainted  by  the  heavy  bass  that  thudded  from  the  fm  radio  of  her  brand  new  whip.  was  it  an  impulse  purchase  ?  perhaps.  tires  screeched  ,  guaranteeing  her  mark  be  left  right  at  the  actor’s  doorstep  for  eternity  ––  or  at  least  until  he  snapped  his  fingers  ,  inviting  a  crew  to  repair  the  piece  of  history.