A songwriter discovers that the love song she wrote for someone close to her has been used to woo a glamorous influencer. As the betrayal comes to light, she must decide whether to reclaim her music and her heart or let the people who used her get away with it.
because i thought that was love the next day i went back for my charger the band room door was half open just using willie's practice dude she writes your songs edits your videos runs your socials and sleeps with you wait wasn't she a virgin jesus hail it just happened all right she wanted it she's been following you around since middle school of course she wanted it
honestly surprised it took this long so what now you're gonna date her wola come on you know how she is she'll write one sad song avoid me for two days then come back guys who sat beside me rehearsal every week guys who had been singing words i wrote for three years what about sienna Sienna. Sienna's different. Sienna Blake, the influencer? Bro, she has like 200,000
Exactly. I can't show up to that looking clueless. So Willow was what, practice? Don't make it sound ugly. She'll be fine. She always is. I stood frozen in the hallway. I was practice. Six of writing his songs, editing his videos, loving him in the quietest, most devoted way I knew how, and I was the warmup before the girl he actually wanted. I ran. I don't remember which direction.
I only remember the bathroom stall door slamming behind me and the lock clicking into Got banned stuff tonight. Grab a Plan B on your own. Can't make it today. Be good. He promised he'd go with me. He promised last night while he was still inside me. I walked into the pharmacy with my head down. I grabbed the Plan B.
In front of me, a woman was buying diapers. I still hid the bag like a crime.