ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜʏ

for half an hour, laila had been stomping around the festival grounds, suffering through the afternoon sun’s residence in a cloudless sky, searching for somewhere, anywhere, that would let her have one quality call with her grandmother. how had her efforts been rewarded by the universe? thirty minutes of crackling, chopped-up conversation and a screen full of pixellated earwax, which… fine, she didn’t want a screen full of high-definition earwax, but she had other things to do on her phone; look for local bites, look for future looks, look for strangers’ approval, so on, so forth. so, after settling in the shadow of a bar playing bowel-movement-boosting bass, she hovered a finger over the red icon– “BE BOLD– HOOK UP WITH– PRODUCER MAN– ASK HIM–” oh, god, had speaker always been that close to end call? she scrambled to actually end the call and silence the unsolicited career advice, but the damage had been done. and, as she learned after looking up from her phone, it had been done beside one of her tour mates. she tapped them on the shoulder, face screwed up in an appropriate amalgamation of a wince and a smile. best-case scenario: they, along with everyone in a five-mile vicinity, had gone deaf at a recent show and thus heard nothing of grandma’s inability to update hooking up’s definition in her personal dictionary. worst-case scenario: she was about to find out. “excuse me, sorry, you wouldn’t happen to know where i could get a better signal? my family thinks they can’t convey excitement over text, i guess.”

karina turned, eyebrows raising and lips pursing, "there's probably a hillside somewhere around here you could climb up," she thought about leaving it at that. it would have been better to leave it at that. but karina was in one of her moods and laila was always a good target of one of those, "but be careful about who can overhear, because next time it might not be just me." she didn't know exactly what laila was talking about or to whom, but despite her promise to herself to stay professional ( mostly ) for the good of the group, she still needed to let laila know they weren't exactly friends despite everything. "and if you're done dealing with personal business, we should probably gather the girls and run the new single a few more times. it needs to be perfect." and she knew laila knew that. they all knew that, but she wanted to reiterate anyway, "i don't want us to embarrass ourselves." to be clear, karina wasn't going to embarrass herself, she felt she knew every note and step perfectly. as usual.

birdie is more grateful to karina than she is apologetic to the victim of her drunkin dance party the second she notices her bandmate, instead offering the other person a very sincere: " just find our manager, and they'll get us to pay for dry cleaning. and get you tickets to something. " she then follows instructions and downs the rest of her drink in one enthusiastic gulp before rushing away, pulling karina with her before bursting into a fit of giggles.

once they're away out of the fray, karina release birdie's wrist, the slightest trace of an amused smile lifting her lips as birdie giggles. she clicks her tongue, "you're going to get in real trouble if you're not careful. i won't always be there for a quick emergency evacuation." she's never had siblings and she's only ever had a few real friends, and birdie feels much like the former a lot of the time. karina enjoys it more than she's willing to admit. "well, i guess we need to get you a fresh drink, hm?" she could use one herself, honestly.

@supernovainfo // with a bag of ridiculously expensive popcorn, ruby looked out into the crowd from the vip stand. they turned to the person next to them with a glint of mischief in their eyes. "what are the chances i could get one of the bands to let me stage dive during their set?"

karina cuts a glance to ruby, snorting, "why don't you stage dive during your own set? that would make headlines." she grabs a handful of popcorn to snack on, flashing a grin, "you definitely can't during the honeydew set, so don't even ask." everything has to be perfect. and though karina has come to love and appreciate ruby, she does not want them potentially breaking a leg in a real sense during the group's performance.

FRIENDS ( 1994 - 2004 ) ↳ season 6 episode 13

open starter ! the only thing better than being on stage at glastonbury, birdie had decided, was being in the crowd at glastonbury. she's at least two beers and she's not sure how many open-bar cocktails from VIP, with another one balanced in her hand as she sings and dances her heart out to the band on stage. a real band, is what birdie would ordinarily think, lamenting moodily that they were making the music they want and playing the instruments they've been playing their whole lives. luckily, drinks and nerves and the music coursing through her was enough to stave off the thrum of negativity that always beat against her skull. it also strips her of enough self awareness she doesn't realize she's spilled her drink all down the front of the person next to her until it's too late. " oh my god, " she moans, already imagining how this will surely earn her their ire forever. " i totally did not mean to give you a baptism by bahama mama. i'm so sorry. " @supernovainfo

she's swaying to the music, singing to the few words she actually knows, when her peace is interrupted by birdie's spill. not on karina, thank the heavens, but on the person on the other side of birdie. she jumps back, wanting to avoid being in the splash zone at all costs, "oh fuck! birdie!" she grabs her bandmate's arm. she looks at the stranger, putting on her best smile, "she will totally buy you a new shirt. and... maybe... pants too..." she looks the person up and down then looks to birdie, lowering her voice, "or we could just make a run for it." she pauses, "well, maybe drink down the rest first. we don't need another spill on our way out of here."

ZION MORENO as LUNA LA in GOSSIP GIRL (2021-2023)