#tctentanz

JETT: text me back so i look busy !

( text → axel ): i don’t answer fucking phone calls before noon so fuck off or i swear to fuck i’ll pour all the fucking milk you have in your fucking apartment down the fucking drain next time i’m there so you’ll finally have to drink black fucking coffee like a normal fucking human being and then maybe you won’t be this goddamn fucking weird at eight in the fucking morning

“i swear to god that i don’t need you shits anyways. you don’t want me to play? fine. i won’t play.”

SEND “BEEP” FOR A RANDOM TEXT FROM MY MUSE.

@tctentanz

    she’s not typically the kind of celebrity that gets mobbed wherever she walks. ordinarily, that kind of pandemonium is reserved for boybands and teeny bopper super stars. maybe even the odd social media celebrity here or there but definitely, not someone like her. however, it seems rini’s underestimated the crowd at the grove this evening as there’s already a small but insistent group of people pressing against the small store’s glass doors. maybe it was the indie pop witching hour? she’s about to brave the commotion with the help of the store’s lone security guard when she gets an idea as to just what’s causing the stir. there’s not only one but two celebrities cooped up here. not only that, but she just so happens to be intimately familiar with him. “ axel, ” she speaks involuntarily, voice barely above a hum. knowing him, he’ll hear it anyways. “ what are you doing here? ” her clipped tone of voice almost implies blame for their predicament being cast onto him. almost.

     only rini’s super fans would have any idea as to her status as a triple thread -- singing, acting and dancing. the first two she has put proudly on display throughout her career while the latter has been reserved for more private enjoyment. while being surrounded by the writhing bodies in the audience at the wayfinder festival hardly qualified as ‘private’, she also felt lost in the anonymity. all eyes weren’t on her and that helped rini feel liberated enough to really let loose to the set of the artist currently playing. the group gathered on stage seemed to have some kind of vague choreography routine but rini was going above and beyond, hitting each and every beat of the music with a purposeful move. she’s so lost in her own head and in her dance that she nearly hits some apparent stranger in the face. feeling the back of her hand skim by much too close for comfort jolts rini out of her haze and she turns a worried glance onto the approaching individual. “ oh, goodness, i’m so... ” and then she recognizes him. “ -- sorry? ”