// t.k x reader (y/n) fem.
«It's 2006, a time of music, bands, fashion, friends, and a shit ton of fun. You and your friends made a band 3 summers ago and made top charts, but what happens when a rivalry starts between you and a hit German boy...
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✮ 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 ✮
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MAY 29TH, 2006 TIME; 9:56AM | LOCATION; LA, CALIFORNIA
✮. Last night was a dream, a dream full of nothing but music and lights to fill your head. I just woke up, laying on the bed, still at the hotel. See, right here would be the part the audience doesn't get, since I didn't start at the beginning. So how bout I catch them up?
My name, is Y/n L/n. Lead singer of CosmicHeartz, stylized on paper and posters and all sorts of merch and shit, as C0smicH3artz. My friends, Sylvia, Raquel, and Cat..made this band about, 3 years ago, 2003.
Our band took off quick, we made good music, bad at first but progressed, we had all we needed, and we were set. Got our first audience in a public area, until we got chased down by police officers willing to arrest a bunch of burnt out kids who wanted to do something fun, but whatever it's the 21st century. Sylvia, my best friend since I was basically born, is my guitarist, she can shred strings like a badass. Raquel is on drums, she's been on drums, all she does is drums, she likes drums. Then Cat does bass, and other sounds that we probably need.
Back to the present, I woke up in my hotel bed, looking around the room. I think I'm hungover, I'm not too sure on whatever's happening but, yeah..I saw Sylvia on the bed next to me, out like a light, while Raquel and Cat were on the other bed, pretty much everyone besides me were asleep. The room was trashed, cups and plates everywhere, a few clothes here, bras there. Our makeup was pretty much, everywhere, along with our hairbrushes and combs and straighteners and every other item a girl wouldn't need at a hotel but chooses to bring anyways.
