TO BE ALONE: a series of måneskin oneshots

at her audition (vic de angelis)

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Your name is Taylor in this one :)

"Do you wanna tell me what's happened?" Vic asked, handing Taylor a glass of water. 

"No." Taylor looked up at her friend over her eyelashes. 

Vic and the band had been spending some time in Manhattan, working on a special music exhibition on a limited contract. Taylor had moved there permanently from their home in Rome when The American Ballet Theatre gave her a call with a contract attached.

Taylor was grateful the festival had sponsored a hotel to put Måneskin up in during their stay, apologizing that she didn't have a spare bedroom in her Manhattan studio apartment. The band was just fine with their hotel situation, especially since it was close to Taylor's apartment, that meant they got to spend more time with the friend that they rarely got to see anymore. 

"What happened, Love? You had me worried sick." Vic sat beside Taylor, pulling a slouched blanket over Taylor's crossed legs. 

Taylor had called Vic over, begging her to come alone. She knew the boys would've had an absolute coniption if they found out what had happened.

"Vic, I really appreciate your concern, but, I think I'm better now. Really, I think it was nothing." 

"Oh, yes, getting a call from you, asking to get you from an audition, because you were not in a healthy state to take the subway or walk home, is definitely nothing." She joked, though she did have a sense of sincerity in her tone. 

Taylor shook her head, looking away as tears pricked the corners of her eyes. 

"Hey, hey, bud, what's going on?" Vic tried to call her a silly nickname to make her smile. 

"I fainted in there! That's gotta get me blacklisted or something." Taylor vented, seemingly all in one breath that she didn't have in her chest. 

"Breathe, Hon. I think we need to go to an Urgent Care just in case." 

"No, it's not like that." Taylor shook her head. 

"You can't just go around fainting and then saying that it isn't a big deal. And don't try to make an anemia joke here, either." Vic wrapped her arm around the ballerina's shoulders. 

Taylor sighed, settling into the hold her friend had gently around her. Her head still pounded, even though she had taken Advil when Vic brought her that glass of water. 

"Promise this won't go anywhere?" Taylor studied every one of Victoria's features, though only being able to make direct eye contact with her for a split second at a time. 

Vic gently looked towards Taylor, establishing a somewhat gentle form of eye contact. "What do you mean?" 

"If I tell you what happened, you won't go telling the boys. Especially not Dami, please he'd kill me! Just promise it'll...it'll stay between us?" 

Vic sat up straighter, shifting her posture, and giving Taylor a small hug before setting her hands back in her lap. "You can't make me promise that. If...if this is something seriously wrong like...like you're dying or something, I can't just not tell anyone. Taylor, if you're going to--" 

"I'm not dying." Taylor let out a shaky exhale that could've been passed off as a chuckle. "It's just...listen, I may or may not have made some really stupid decisions and have been doing some really stupid things to lose some weight, and they might've gotten the best of me." 

Taylor anxiously bit her bottom lip as she looked up to her friend for a response. 

The dark living room, that was somehow freezing and burning up all at once, fell silent. 

"I just...I wanted to get back down to the healthy weight I usually dance at." She added, hoping that could spare her at least a bit of a lecture. 

She saw Vic's facial expression falter for a moment, and she watched as she held her breath high in her chest for a moment, before exhaling virtually silently. "Listen...I-I'm no doctor, but if whatever you did to lose that weight made you faint, I don't think it's all that healthy."

"I shouldn't have told you." Taylor muttered under her breath, nearly hearing the lecture begin to form.

"No." Vic snapped, catching Taylor off guard. "No." She repeated, standing up off the couch. 

The room suddenly shifted from being both hot and cold to just burning up. Taylor weakly kicked the blanket off of her legs, staring anxiously at the bassist. 

"You should've told me, because...because ballerinas don't just go around fainting! And you're worried about one, small company blacklisting you. Taylor, what if this happened on stage?! Or in front of Ken--" 

"Kevin. His name is Kevin." Taylor mumbled, correcting her friend on his mistake of her director's name.

"I don't fucking care what his name is, do you understand the consequences of what you're doing?!" Vic shouted, not caring if the younger girl's head hurt, or if her neighbors heard. 

Taylor sighed. "I do now." She whispered.

The room fell once more to an eerie silence. It was uncomfortable. 

"Come here." Vic spoke after a moment. She opened her arms and Taylor silently accepted this hug. 

As she stood in this embrace, Taylor considered throwing out the question of why the fuck Vic and the band puts up with her, considering she pulls stunts like this, and how doesn't even give her friends a real bed to sleep on, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. 

"Listen here." Vic started once more, after holding Taylor in a tight hug. She didn't speak again until the hug loosened a bit. "When I let go of you, you're going to go into your room, and I'm going to make you some dinner. And you're going to eat all of it."

"No. Vic, there's a show tomorr--" Taylor started to argue but she quickly was interrupted.

"All of it." Vic snapped. "Or I'll call the boys over, and you can see how they'd like to handle this."

Taylor was pretty sure that threat put the fear of God into her. She couldn't bare those lectures. Those boys were family to her and she couldn't imagine they'd be too happy when they found out how awfully she'd been taking care of herself since moving to the City.

"Fine." Taylor huffed, her gaze dropping to the floor.

"Thank you. Go get some sleep, and I'll come get you when it's done."

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WORD COUNT
1077

A/N:
I got two of the biggest auditions of my life tomorrow, and then other huge ones coming up. Nothing makes your mental health hit the fan faster than a high stakes audition, am I right?

TLDR: I need a Vic rn