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Having a few hours free, Sonata decided to finally stop by the flower store in the neighborhood they’d heard so much about from their favorite regular at Bean Brew. Hair tied back save a few loose coils, their favorite apricot colored tote bag from Books Are Magic slung over their shoulder, green turtleneck tucked into their high rise jeans, Sonata bit their bottom lip as they paced the modern jungle. “Understand the beauty of the stone flower,” lost in their own thoughts, Sonata mumbled to themselves while admiring all the beautiful options, “...and life loses all its sweetness..." Finding one bright, large magenta Dahlia, Sonata perked up. “Jack pot.”

“Wait, wait,” Leo said, face lighting up with joy in the way it was want to do when he had one of his ideas. “I know what we should do! Remember how everybody always used to play truth or dare in middle school? Maybe if we  did that now, we wouldn’t be so bored!”

Skating down the sidewalk in zigzags, with her headphones in, Beatrice twisted her shoulder swiftly to pirouette. The soft swat of the wind whipped her hair, “Oh, fuck!” she yelled as she felt her body collide with a passerby causing her to lose balance and fall bottom to the ground. Instead of growing embarrassed, she dropped her head back and fell into laughter. “My poor, unfortunate ass!" she cried, finally looking at the person. “God, you’re like a god damn brick.”

What was better than this? A day filled with sun kissing her face through the slits between tall buildings, taut music notes in the air, glorious applause, people emptying their pockets — Zoe couldn’t ask for more. She bent at the waist, her hair tumbling forward in a red wave, and lingered there for a moment as she took it all in. When she finally straightened, she flipped her hair back in place, or, more accurately, attempted to. “What the fuck, I love you all so much!?” she said around the ginger strands catching in her mouth. “Don’t tell anyone, but you’re the best crowd I’ve had yet!” Which could possibly, potentially be true, but, hey, Zoe was never one for factchecking. “As much as I’d love to continue my torrid love affair with New York, all good things end and I can’t be tied down.” She would have laughed if she wasn’t paranoid someone may have been in on the joke. Instead she settled for a rueful sigh. “Dream of me! Or follow Eraserhead’s social media to see more of this face. And also the faces of my bandmates Leo Corruci, Alexa Cox and Theo Baptiste. We’re all pretty hot but I’m not biased or anything.”

“I’m - - hey, that was my coffee -- heeeey,” Andy couldn’t help but whine and stomp her foot to the customer that had pretty much stolen her extra large caramel latte, iced with two sugars and disappeared out the door without a glance back, leaving Andy with an oversized pout on her lips. Signalling to the barista, she let out an annoyed huff at the idea of having to wait an extra five minutes. “Completely ridiculous. It’s like some people don’t have any decent social etiquette around here anymore! You can’t just steal another person’s coffee? It’s - it’s not a dictatorship!” But still, Andy waited, with her hands crossed, while muttering about the ‘nerve of some fucking people’ underneath her breath. 

Eden enjoyed visiting Viewz often, she unironically liked the cauliflower popcorn and the pretentious indie movies that played there. While it may have been predictable for an actress, it was also a good way to sniff out up and coming directors she’d be interested in working with. She wanted to indulge herself after a long day of being covered in glitter and taking photos with fans. Her parents raised her on John Waters films so it wasn’t like she didn’t have an appreciation for queer cinema. Representation mattered and all of that— “Ugh. Blue is the Warmest Color? If I wanted to see a silicone vagina and mediocre French acting I’d go to one of the three sex shops down the street. Not cute.”