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There was nothing finer than hearing a crowd singing your lyrics back to you  — at least, not in Mackayla’s opinion. The night before had seen her stood in front of the biggest crowd Pixie Curse had played to, and their fans had screamed for more as soon as they left the stage. However, more was becoming somewhat difficult to provide as Mac tried to save up her lyrics for the bands next album. There was nothing more they could offer the crowd but the four of them on stage, giving their all to the music that circled radio stations and television channels alike. Soon they’d be back in the studio, recording new music for their fans, but the girls had yet to create any solid new material for when the time came.

Mac was forever scribbling snippets of lyrics down in her journal, waiting for inspiration to strike so she could string them together in order to create another hit. Most of the time, the labour was fruitless. Either the lyrics didn’t flow into each other quite the way she wanted or they couldn’t find the right melodies that made the song sound like them. But as Mac looked down at her handwriting, the lyrics having spilled onto the paper that morning after inspiration had struck about a certain someone, she couldn’t help but think she was on to a winner  — so long as she could find the right beat to match with it. Only that part of the equation wasn’t entirely up to her. Usually, Mac enlisted Vanessa’s help with the chords, something that made her more and more nervous each time she sought her help. It may not have seemed like a problem to most, but to Mac it was. This particular song was inspired by her best friend. One that she had more than friendly feelings towards.

The tour bus had stopped for a break and to refill at one of the many service stations along their trip, and Mac had been happy to run out of the bus and stretch her legs. She wasn’t gone for long however and arrived back at the bus before the rest of her band mates, or so she had thought. Stepping onto the bus with a box of donuts in hand, she spotted Vanessa laid back in the ‘recreational’ half of the bus. Seeing her made Mac’s heart skip a beat, and she stopped in her tracks before realising she was staring. Friends definitely didn’t stare at their friends the way she was - looking at Vanessa as if she was the only thing that mattered in the world - and so she snapped herself out of her trans, moving down the tiny aisle to sit next to Vanessa. A smile on her face, she placed the box of donuts under her friends nose. “I’ll let you have first dibs if you help me on a project.”