Months went by and Childe had worked his flat ass off climbing his way to the top of the charts. You couldn't walk outside without hearing or seeing his name.
'Ed, mail has arrived for you' Childes manager said, handing him a letter. Childe inspected the letters golden evenlope closey only to realise it was for the grammys. He gasped. 'I-Im going to the grammys!' he squealed before his face went dark again. 'I bet Zhongli will be watching this' and so he started practising. 'Baby you look happier you do.. I knew one day you'd roll down to the deep end. And if he breaks your heart like lovers do just know I'll rip that pussy for you' were the only thing he Said for months. He was ready.
