𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲?

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A/N : Can I just say I'm sorry this book is taking so long to get to where you want it to but I just really feel like we need to go through every little moment in this book because it just.. it wouldn't feel right if I did like a million time skips. I feel like if we don't go through like billie making the album or ariana's happiness progressing each day or billie and ariana getting along little by little then you just wont fully get the emotional experience and understand every single detail and why the little things are so important. I promise I'm going somewhere with this story, it's just taking some time and I only want the best for you guys. My apologies, dont forget to vote cuz it makes me happy LOL and enjoy the chapter 🤍 P.S, HAPPY 50th CHAPTER!!! 🥺🥳🖤

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Ariana's POV

Lisa is so pretty. I love the way she loves Billie. Both of them, truthfully, are so deeply in love with each other.

I've never seen anything like it.
They look at each other in a room full of people as if they're the only two ones they see.

I want that.
I have that platonically. Liz and I are really close in that sense.

I really need to visit Liz soon.

We haven't talked in a bit.

Rumor has it, she has a new boyfriend.

I need to meet him.

"Ari, are you sure you're okay? They worked you to the fucking bone." Billie spoke as she massaged my shoulders, referring to the fourteen hours of singing and editing I did back at the studio.

I didn't have the plastic surgery procedure done because I got scared.
Maybe another time.

But not having the procedure done gave me more studio time.

My voice feels drained and my throat hurts. I had belted so much my voice is practically gone.

Imagine fourteen hours of singing, non-stop, except for the three minutes in between for when you need water or have something to say.

It was absolutely horrid.
I even broke down crying in between because of how sore my throat was. I was told to suck it up.

They wouldn't even let me leave for a break and Billie wasn't allowed inside.

I cant complain though.
I'm blessed to have what I have, and to be able to make music for those who want to hear it.

I have no right to complain whatsoever.