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send “🎧” and i’ll shuffle my music and the next 5 random songs will be our muses playlist

@gavfaulkner

i’m in a sexy french depression - crazy ex girlfriend cast

viva la vida - coldplay

it’s a beautiful day - michael buble

helpless when she smiles - backstreet boys

a whole new world - aladdin soundtrack

@glennmitchx

rich girl - gwen stefani

mmmbop - hanson

no idea - big time rush

start of something new - high school musical cast

send “🎧” and i’ll shuffle my music and the next 5 random songs will be our muses playlist

vultures - john mayer

hey mr. dj ( keep playin’ this song ) - backstreet boys

fashion of his love - lady gaga

save you - kelly clarkson

“I’m good, I think,” she responded with some uncertainty, trying to find anything to hold onto as she found her balance. She hadn’t even realized who it was who was helping her until now – the one and only Casey Seaver, someone her memory just wouldn’t let her forget. Either way, she wasn’t about to talk through their awkwardness now, not in the middle of a natural disaster. “Yeah, let’s get behind that counter,” she responded, her voice still hitched and shaking as ever. Feeling another quake, she shut her eyes and used her free arm to cover her head, not wanting any debris to concuss her. “Watch out!” She called, seeing boxes fly out from the cabinets as she pulled Casey toward her and out of the way.

HONESTLY, she was just relieved that he was in one piece.  it didn’t bother her (too much) that she couldn’t react more animatedly than she had. “i’m okay.”  she mumbled, chewing on her lower lip.  “kind of itching for a change of scenery, but i’ve been trying to check on my friends, you know?” she looked around, stealthily dragging her fingers up casey’s wrist. “were you given the all-clear?”

Victoria had been ‘patiently’ pacing back and forth backstage, waiting to be needed on set for a scene that she was supposed to start filming half-an-hour ago. She had tried reading to keep herself busy, but the noise from the set had been a little too disruptive to do that. Vicky had even taken a trip to craft services to grab a muffin and came back with time to spare. It was getting a little ridiculous and mundane when she heard an all-too-familiar voice pose her a question. Her limbs tensed up and her mind was momentarily brought back to that dark room and the touch of his skin – all pushed away with a blink of an eye, just as she had trained herself to do all year. “I’m supposed to, though this scene has been going on forever already,” she responded as she turned around to face the male, not really wanting to look him in the eye; to her luck, he hadn’t taken his eyes off of the scene. “What about you?” She knew it probably wasn’t the most interesting conversation starter, but repeatedly, she had told herself that she had to stay professional with Casey – even if that meant engaging in awkward conversation every once in a while.

It was frustrating. Casey and her had been attempting to shoot the scene over and over again, yet they failed to do so each time and the fact that it was 2 AM in the morning, did nothing to help the situation. — or the fact that the two of them didn’t always get along as much as the public believed. “I am not stepping on your line, YOU’RE the one who can’t get it right.” Rosie corrected, not wanting for him to put the blame on her. “Don’t put the blame on me, just because you keep on ruining the scene.” She knew that it wasn’t only him, that they both equally had a part in it, though she also refused to take the blame. It was frustrating, as she knew the two of them were the reason that they couldn’t call it a day, seeing as the scene needed to be done, before anyone could go home.

VIENNA: indeed it was. i mean--i feel bad because i'm definitely not the best hitter. but you're a great teacher.

VIENNA: i'm really glad. you deserve to have fun.

VIENNA: is it bad that i'd like to do that again, maybe? with you?

CASEY: are you asking me out over text?