she's so lucky

"so true, money is literally made up by the government to control us," the woman born with a silver spoon in her mouth recited a line she'd seen on tiktok while rushing the stage. when she felt the crush of people doing the same behind her, amy shot a dirty look and an elbow behind her, hissing, "don't crowd me!" then turned to kennedy with a grin as if nothing had happened. "babe, you literally look this hot all the time. it actually pisses me off." and she wasn't exaggerating.

she’s so lost in her thoughts she doesn’t notice the people around her until one gets too close, too loud. ‘oh!’ she jumps, startled, a creeping fear of being recognized acting as a temporary block from noticing who was really there. and when that lifts… ‘oh, it’s just you. sure. i mean, i’d be glad if you do.’ she blushes, shy despite knowing the other. ‘are you… well?’

lucky pretended not to notice marisol's lack of enthusiasm when she realized it was her. she understood completely; they weren't friends, and if her manager didn't all but have a gun to her head, haeri wouldn't be here either. at least, that was what she thought. she didn't remember the real reason why marisol might hesitate to hang out with her. "awesome, it will be really fun to get to know each other, since you and kai are so close and all. i'm just glad to get a few days off to be honest. what about you, do you feel the same way, or do you wish you guys were performing?"

izzy is a bit perplexed by lucky's smile. because she's very used to faking a smile for the camera or for the act in general. who is she performing for? she wonders. she can't judge too hard though, given that she does the same thing all the time. but she's not a very consistent person and can be a bit of a hypocrite sometimes so she's judging a little. she returns the smile with a small one, the corners of her lip barely tugging upwards. "ugh. i know what you mean. i could really destroy an in n out burger right now. never thought i'd be homesick for those."

already, lucky could feel eyes lingering on them from several yards away, and she was so pleased that her ruse was working according to her manager's plans that she barely had to fake her smile. "i'm always homesick for in n out, even when i'm at home," she cracked with a soft elbow against izzy's arm. "maybe we can find one around here. you up for the challenge?"

❛ that's rich coming from someone who'd rather stare at their phone all night than talk with me. ❜ it's not lost on kai that as good as lucky is at pretending, she's also very good at not caring as soon as the camera flashes stop. early on in their arrangement, kai had been hopeful that lucky would be just as annoyed with the situation but also willing to form some sort of friendship with them. that hope went out the window as soon as they were in a car together, being shuttled back to their respective homes from whatever restaurant their management had picked out for their first public 'date', and lucky had practically shut down kai's attempts at a conversation. it took maybe two or three 'dates' before kai simply stopped trying, and kai eventually got used to the whiplash of lucky being engaged and responsive while they were out in public only to basically pretend they weren't there once they were alone together. whatever camaraderie they'd been hoping to find with lucky clearly wasn't there. she scoffed. ❛ you didn't write the contract but you sure as hell don't mind saying 'yes' to whatever's in it, ❜ kai bit back. ❛ anything to keep your name trending, right ? ❜

❛ okay, real talk. ❜ kai's currently lounged across the couch in the green room, patiently waiting for her turn to go get dressed up for some photoshoot or something. she's bored, that much is clear. they'd never really liked media days. they were high-effort, low-reward, exhausting days that usually left her plopping into her bed and falling asleep without going through her bathroom routine. but she'd grown tired of scrolling on social media, so the next best thing ? bother whoever was unlucky enough to share the space with her now. ❛ would you rather give up kissing or all sauces ? ❜

"is this a test? your version of 'would you still love me if i was a worm?'" lucky teased from her seat in the make-up chair, earning an annoyed prod from the artist for the way her nose crinkled in amusement. she mumbled a half-hearted apology before ruining their palette again by turning to eye kai on the couch. "maybe i should give up kissing just to get you back." for now, lucky was grateful for the semi-truce they've landed on. despite zero conversation about hurt feelings or their last explosive argument, they somehow negotiated a silent treat. on days like today when they were trapped in some magazine's headquarters for separate shoots, but still forced to play the part of happy couple, lucky would gladly accept this over anything else.

amy was hardly quiet as she approached marisol, her stilettos tapping out their usual cacophony on her way over, but she was clearly too preoccupied to notice. "my bad, babes, i didn't mean to scare you! i was supposed to pull you for make-up, but it looks like we have something much more important to discuss." she reached out to give sol's shoulder a sympathetic squeeze. "why don't you tell me what's bothering you?"

( @supernovainfo ) // ruby has had a rough tour so far. they finally had it out with izzy, they lost a freaking grammy to their old band, and they didn't get a single kiss during the pride celebration. she just felt defeated and very un-glittery. they had planned to go out to a local bar at their current tour stop, so ruby was, of course, glittery on the outside and dressed up head-to-toe. but they seemed cemented in the hotel lobby with a sullen look on their face. was it even worth it to dance tonight?

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lucky's band-aid obviously wasn't enough to cover her misspeak, and she began to curse herself internally for her big mouth. she felt stupid that she'd let what may have been private intel slip, and anxious that it would get back to the managers somehow and she'd wake up to a barrage of angry texts from monica. at the same time, a small part of her also felt guilty for hurting kai's feelings -- or she assumed so. she didn't know kai any more than most of the passersby stealing looks in their direction, but lucky found herself wanting to fix her flub somehow. she took advantage of the eyes on them to set a gentle hand on kai's shoulder. "fuck the grammys," she declared, maybe a little louder than she should have. "you'll have another chance with your next album. plus it's all made up anyway." with no clue how to cheer kai up, she stumbled clumsily over cliche contradictions.

too deep in their own thoughts, kai flinched at the feeling of lucky's hand on their shoulder. her eyes refocused to glance over at the contact, an act of comfort doing anything but. kai huffed out a short breath. ❛ sure. yeah, fuck the grammys, ❜ she said, ducking her head as she ran a hand through her hair. as subtly as they could ( which probably wasn't very ), they shifted from under lucky's hand and moved to stand. ❛ i should probably go find kenny and sol. ❜ she forced a smile towards lucky. ❛ i'll see you around ? ❜ without waiting for a response, she headed towards the exit, eager to find a distraction from it all.

their smirk morphed into a wide grin as britney scampers over to them, immediately bending down to pick her up. she cradled britney in her arms, cooing and rocking the little dog as she laughed at amy's words. ❛ thank you, thank you. i was mostly hoping i wouldn't fall on my face but this is so much better. and yeah, of course she was hot. probably top 10 most gorgeous woman i've ever met, ❜ kai said. but when amy mentioned actually using the number, they froze. not exactly because of lucky ( though that definitely should've more than enough reason to immediately shut down that idea ). rather it was the fact that it had been quite a while since they actually did anything past harmless flirting. she stopped rocking britney, glancing at amy with an unsure expression. ❛ i don't know... should i ? ❜

amy's ears perked up when kai praised the woman who'd given her her number, then even moreso when they raised a questioning brow at her. even if she did really like kai, she could never resist an opportunity to pry into paradise. "uh, duh, of course you should. she obviously wants you, and how often are you going to be at worldpride again? i mean, maybe you'll be back since you're one of us rich and famous now, but your career is going to be so busy, ya know?"

izzy furrowed her brows because how was it okay for lucky to check her phone but izzy was somehow getting raked over the coals for it? she didn't mention anything though because she wasn't about to get into an argument about it and lucky had already made an excuse to go to the bathroom. "okay, sounds good." she nods as she shifts on her feet as lucky exits. soon after she hears the door close, she gets a notification on her phone. she smiles because this mutual really gets her and gets it. she feels like maybe she's the only one. omg i feel you, i feel like mine is lowkey so standoffish. to be fair so am i but like look who i'm working with??? in another life, we are coworkers and making fun of the other annoying ones. <3

in another life we are co workers <3 actually if i am wishing for things, in another life we are unemployed and live in a commune together, but i would take co workers over this too, lucky typed out, still standing against the door of the bathroom and completely preoccupied with her phone. it was the prime position to catch a real text from monica asking how the interview prep was going and reminding her that she only had a couple hours before her shoot with the clovers. grimacing, lucky told oomf, okay gotta go do this stupid project with my coworker wish me luck xoxo, before taking a deep breath and heading back out to meet izzy.

they couldn't help the smile from appearing on their face when they actually got lucky to laugh. it was a far cry from the vibe of their recent conversations, and it had kai lamenting how she'd spent their past interactions doing nothing but vilifying and provoking lucky. maybe the ceasefire could extend past tonight. but of course, because no good feeling ever lasts too long, kai found the hope inside them fade at lucky's words. of course the label would go out of their way to reassure clover they were a priority. they were one of the tour's headliners, after all. and even though they lost, they lost to the other headliner. they ducked their head, suddenly not able to look at lucky as they tried to slow down the anxious thoughts running through their mind. ❛ right, yeah, that makes sense, ❜ kai mumbled. their hand dropped from lucky's arm, landing in their lap to fidget with the other as they leaned back. ❛ i mean. it's just a grammy, right ? ❜ they said, words forced through a tight jaw as they straightened up.

lucky's band-aid obviously wasn't enough to cover her misspeak, and she began to curse herself internally for her big mouth. she felt stupid that she'd let what may have been private intel slip, and anxious that it would get back to the managers somehow and she'd wake up to a barrage of angry texts from monica. at the same time, a small part of her also felt guilty for hurting kai's feelings -- or she assumed so. she didn't know kai any more than most of the passersby stealing looks in their direction, but lucky found herself wanting to fix her flub somehow. she took advantage of the eyes on them to set a gentle hand on kai's shoulder. "fuck the grammys," she declared, maybe a little louder than she should have. "you'll have another chance with your next album. plus it's all made up anyway." with no clue how to cheer kai up, she stumbled clumsily over cliche contradictions.

❛ yeah, she's great, ❜ kai said, smiling faintly. normally they'd be perfectly content to cut off the conversation and sit there in awkward silence until one of them inevitably made some excuse to leave. but she was a little taken aback by the rare personal comment from lucky, and for all their faults, kai could admit that they'd messed things up enough between them and didn't want to leave lucky hanging this time. so she continued. ❛ i've known her and kenny for a long time. they're practically family at this point, ❜ kai said. ❛ it is nice, having them here. it's nice to have people to talk to about everything. well, everything except for.... ❜ kai gestured between them. ❛ this whole situation, obviously. ❜ among other things.

lucky's eyes widened by only half a millimeter for half a second when kai suggested they hadn't told their bandmates that they were contractually bound to date each other. no wonder kai hated her so much. however, she pulled herself as quickly as a reflex and nodded. "yeah, it's really hard not to talk to people about this," she chose her words carefully, not indicating she hadn't told anyone. and she really could relate where it counted. with gemma as her only confidant for anything, lucky often felt stranded on an island. "it's good to have people like that. it doesn't really get any easier, so someone you can trust is...life-saving."

she stared at amy, brows scrunched together in disbelief. ❛ well, actually, they got someone else to cover the set today, ❜ she said, matter-of-factly. she shifed her arm from under amy's hand as smoothly as she could ( which was not very ). she wasn't sure what prompted the tour directors to give her the day off, but apparently one of their newer photographers was in amsterdam that weekend for another artist and before she knew it, sid had been relegated to backup. she supposed that her upcoming break had something to do with it, wanting to make sure the other photographers had the mettle to cover anything big while she was gone. ❛ besides, if i wanted a good spot for photos, i could just use my press id, ❜ she said, pulling it out her pocket to show amy. but if there was anything she'd learned about amy, it was that it pretty much didn't matter what she said so long as amy's logic made sense to herself. so she did her best to ignore the grumbling around them, prepping her camera to do some work anyway. amy's small talk wasn't completely unwelcome, but sid wasn't quite sure what to say about the new song. ❛ it's... good. catchy, i guess, ❜ is what she went with. over the years, she'd spent enough time with mulholland drive to know that it just wasn't the same as their older stuff. maybe that made her a sucker for nostalgia, but she liked to think it was because she used to be able to hear the passion in the music, from izzy, from ruby way back when. and she missed that.

"you guess? i literally haven't been able to stop listening to it, and everyone on tiktok is calling it the song of the summer. my video with it got 2 million likes," amy assumed sidney would understand what a big deal that was. she saw photographers blow up on tiktok all the time, especially tour photographers. though come to think of it, she hadn't seen any videos from sidney, prompting some unsolicited advice. "you should try posting some photos from the set to tiktok even though you're not working. people love tour photographers, it makes them feel like they're part of the tour family."