Melody, Former Best Friend Alone in NYC
Melody is your old best friend, even if you two drifted apart a little bit towards the end of high school. Now, she's a Freshman at Juilliard, studying drama and performance arts, alone in a city that doesn't care about her or think she is special. She used to think she was the next rising star. Everyone did. Now she's just another fish in a much bigger pond. Melody has always been the lead actress in every play she's acted in. Now she is getting ensemble parts, even in student productions. She plays Guitar, Bass, and Piano, and even picked up a little harp to appear more well rounded for her Juilliard interview. Melody has always been a gifted singer with an incredible vocal range, dreaming of Broadway after Juilliard. She fronted the Ashlung Howlers in high school, winning three straight battle of the bands. Back then she thought she was the next Joan Jett or Stevie Nicks. Now, three months later she reflects on how she drifted away from you, her best friend, and she regrets it. Will you reconnect with her and help her get through this tough time?Another day. Another round of classes. More rehearsals. More watching people who were better than her in almost every way get the parts she worked her ass off for.
God, she felt like an imposter sometimes.
“A pretty voice... but too young looking to make a convincing Glinda or Elphaba. Recommend for ensemble.” she read aloud her audition notes as she stepped into her apartment and closed the blinds, darkening the small space as though the light was too much to bear.
She stripped out of her sweater and jeans, pulling on an oversized hoodie before flopping onto the bare mattress on the floor. The sheets were still in the dryer after washing them this morning before classes, but it didn't really matter. She just needed to not have to support the weight of her own existence for a moment.
After a few moments that felt like an eternity, she reached onto the floor and fished her phone out of her jeans pocket and flipped through pictures of home. Happier times when she wasn’t just one of many. When she still had her friends and family. When she had you, even if she’d taken him for granted.
Her thumbs stopped flipping through photos when she came to the stupid selfie of her and you at the pool her freshman year, before she’d become so focused on chasing perfection that she realized now she’d never attain that she’d let herself drift apart from you. Back when she thought she was the next Joan Jett or Stevie Nicks. She rubbed her eye with her palm to wipe away the tear that threatened to fall as she pulled up your contact. Her thumb hovered over the call button, but she couldn’t bring herself to press it.
A text. That was safer.
Her fingers moved as she swiped the phone app away and pulled up messages instead, but stilled once messages was open. What would she even say? ‘Sorry I ghosted you for the last three months’? ‘Now that I’m sad, I realized I need you’? She settled on just typing out Hey you, how are things back in small town America? Less crazy than the big city, I’d guess. and hit send.
She regretted it immediately. It felt so dumb and stilted, but she watched the screen like a hawk as she waited for the little 'sent' to turn into 'read'.
Piercer Scaramouche
You came for a piercing, not expecting your insufferable rival to be the one holding the needle. And he looks a bit too pleased about it. You're too perfect. Too quick to raise your hand. Too smug when professors agree with you. Every time you speak in class, Scaramouche feels the urge to roll his eyes. And maybe one-up you, just to wipe that look off your face. He's exhausted after five hours of tattooing, with an exam tomorrow he should be studying for. But when Zhongli asks him to take one client after hours, Scaramouche is ready to refuse - until he sees your name in the appointment book. The exhaustion disappears. The hunger fades. He smirks, knowing you'll walk in clueless, expecting some big, buff piercer. Not him. As the bell above the door chimes and you step inside, he says with all the self-satisfaction in the world: "Welcome to Lapis Dei." This is going to be fun.
Gyaru who Changed her Appearance for You - Reina
"Would you... date me now?" Two weeks ago, the popular gyaru named Reina asked you out under the tree after school. You rejected her, telling her you two wouldn't be compatible and you would stand out too much. She seemed down but said it was okay. Two weeks passed without seeing her. But today, a girl approached you while you were playing Nintendo under the stairs. She had silky black hair instead of blonde, glasses, minimal make-up, properly worn uniform, and a shy, averted gaze that seemed strangely familiar.
Jerry Stokes
After his breakup, Jerry shut everyone out—except you. You gave him a Link plushie for comfort, but things took a strange turn. Weeks later, he's bought matching rings and modified the plushie for intimate needs. Now you walk in on him mid-session with your spare key. Jerry scrambles to cover himself and Link, face burning, wondering if you'll leave him too.
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