✓REPUTATION [CHRIS EVANS]¹
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The thumping bass from Nicole's birthday party vibrated through the floorboards, a relentless reminder of the glittering chaos Bambi Gray had fled. She found herself curled in a bathtub, a bottle of Patron her only companion, the cold porcelain a stark contrast to the burning anxiety in her chest.
Her phone glowed with a new notification – another Instagram post sparking another firestorm of comments, another wave of 'snake' and 'two-faced' labels. Three years since '1989,' and the Kanye feud still clung to her like a shadow, eclipsing the Grammys, the AMAs, the Emmy. Sometimes, she just wanted to tweet a furious rant; other times, she dreamt of simply vanishing from the music industry altogether.
The bathroom door creaked open, letting in a sliver of the party's noise. A sigh, the clink of a bottle on marble. Before the intruder could do whatever it was they intended, Bambi called out, "Occupied!"
"Oh!" A male voice, surprised. "Sorry, I'll just—why are you in the bathtub?" The shower curtain slid open, and Bambi's breath hitched.
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