little games [camila/you]

XIV - u n f a i t h f u l

Camila's POV

"How can you just delete such a tweet, Camila?" Dvora said. Her voice was full of anger, but in my point of view, she was overreacting.

"I thought you were mad about me tweeting it, but?" I replied, trying to hold back a smile. I just did what I truly wanted to do, which was giving my fans a hint about what was really going on, even though I eventually had to delete it. I couldn't continue living this way. How long could this lie go on, anyways?

She let a breath out. "You're aware that you spent some alone time with Shawn so you falsify the rumors, right? And now you do this? This completely fails our plan.''

''Your plan,'' I said calmly, crossing my arms. "My plan is working just fine."

Her eyebrow raised with an attitude. I knew that look of hers; the look that harbored nothing but rage.

"Why don't we talk about your plan when you will be the one making such decisions about your life?"

I pointed at her with my hands, "This is exactly what I am saying, I must be making such decisions about my life. Because let's be real, as long as I am not a dick to anyone, no one gives a single fuck about my personal life. They love my songs the way I write them, they love me the way I am, and you guys- you're just obsessed with putting unnecessary laws for me to obey and lie to millions of people for no obvious reason, under the name of putting barriers. Barriers my ass, Dvora, lies are not barriers." I looked at her in frustration, "A healthy barrier is privacy, it's not a lie. Lying means ruining your sincerity towards people who love you, not protecting yourself. This is sick."

After finishing these words, I was out of breath. I had not realized how much it got to me til then. Well, I even used the f and a words. Progress.

"What do you know about publicity, kid? What do you know about how these advertising things go? You have no clue about any of it."

I didn't want to seem like a bitch but I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"This is our difference, you see this as an advertisement, while I see it as a way to connect with people. And these lies make me feel terrible. A pretentious, fake person is the last thing I want to be."

"Well then you should've thought better before being a part of this business," she said harshly. "Do you realize what you did now? You leave me no choice but to fire your guitarist."

I smiled ironically, "You'll fire Y/N?"

"Not directly, you'll do that for me."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Do I seem like I'm kidding?"

"Do I seem like a puppet?"

She didn't say anything. While looking at her face in silence, my smile grew.

"You are fired."

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Your POV

"What kind of an amplifier is this?" I said trying to adjust the sound of the guitar.

"I don't know, one of the best ones?" Chris said smirking. I raised my eyebrow.

"Because it's a Fender?"

He nodded.

"That's not enough though. They're like people, they can't be toxic on their own, but some combinations are simply poisonous. For example," I took the cable out of the amp, "A Fender can never be the first option for any pop song. Maybe a Blackstar or an Orange Crush, or even a Marshall, but not this one."