Evelyn.Vic has posted
Little announcement: made a YouTube channel and have posted my first ever original song on there. Go listen!!!
User1: voice of an angel
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User2: no bc why was she hiding that from us
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User1: thats what im saying
Sam_Fender: Proud of my girl
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Evelyn.Vic: ❤️
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User3: 'my girl' 🥲
User4: I demand more music
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User5: You think?
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User4: Ummm yea...
Ry.l33: all rise for the national anthem
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User6: For the gays 💪
User7: Anyone wanna know what this song is about?
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User8: I stand by this
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Evelyn.Vic: Honestly couldn't tell anyone what its about. I found the lyrics in an old writing book from my GCSE days and thought they were unique to say the least. So I used my lack of piano and guitar skills to make it. Hardly a big story xx
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User8: Genuinely want to know what teenage Evie was like
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Bradley_Jonston: I assure you, you don't
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Evelyn.Vic: Fuck off Brad
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Bradley_Jonston: Don't hate me because I'm right
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Mam: So proud of you, Evelyn. You sound angelic my darling ❤️
Bailey: Well done E x
Yvonne: Ur voice settled the babies down, might have to use that trick on them before bedtime 😂xx
Evelyn: Gladly 😂x
Dad: Mint as per
Bradley: He's crying, Evie
Evelyn: aw. Love u dad xxx
Dad: 👍x
*****
"I might need you to do some backing vocals on the next album." Sam suggested, handing me a cup of tea to calm me down.
My phone had been pinging nonstop and my head was absolutely pounding with good energy, but I felt like I could pass out anytime. Sam's an absolute gem for making me a cuppa, its like one thing preventing me from flaking out.
"Think I'll pass that one if this is how I feel after releasing my own." I sighed, my tea rocking back and forth as my trembling hands gripped onto it.
Every gulp I took felt like I was swallowing a piece of sandpaper or something. There was no need for me to be nervous- everyone was seeming to love it.
"Its just because you're new to the scene, babe. This time next week, you'll be absolutely kushty, reet? I promise you." he reassured, switching Netflix on on the TV, "What do you think about starting to pack everything up?"
"Are you kidding? Like now?" I jump in excitement.
"Well not right now, we're having a chill morning, aye?" he chuckled, cautious of the tea in his hand.
I smiled, getting myself cozy on the settee, "Of course. What we watching?"
"Karate Kid." Sam mumbled, concentrating on finding the film in question with the remote. The pace at which he searched for the film was painfully slow, making me want to snatch the thing from him and put it on myself. But I'm too lazy to move.
"Classic." I exclaimed, "This day couldn't get any better."
"Want anything before I put it on?" he questioned, snapping from his concentrated trance.
"Nah, you're fine." I smiled, wrapping myself in the newly bought throw I got.
The film was amazing, just like it is every time I watch it, and every time I watch it, my crush on Daniel Larusso never gets smaller. Of course Sam knows about my celeb crushes, I know about his too, but he honestly isn't shocked that I fancy the Karate Kid. We actually went on a walk once and he stood on the bollard doing the crane kick thing. It was quite amusing watching him try not to slip yet try so hard to also impress me at the same time- it was one of our first dates and we were bonding over things we had in common. I actually have a video of him doing it, he can be a right freak at times, but that doesn't make me love him any less.
It must've been a busy week for Sam as he was already asleep by the time it was finished. His arm had became limp around my body a little past halfway through, which made me assume he was asleep. Then came his snores around the time the competition was. I wanted to wake him up, but he looked so peaceful and I knew getting this album sorted was filling his mind, so I let him be.
Now I was stuck. Like literally. I couldn't move, or I'd wake him up, but I had things to do- i.e. start packing stuff up. Maybe I'd just sit for a while, watching my shows on the telly and catch up on the soaps I was unfortunately missing out on. Probably haven't missed much as they've all been on long enough to cover every storyline in the books.
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"What time's it?" came Sam's voice, hoarse and deep, or should I say attractive.
"Afternoon you lazy lump." I teased, prodding his side and eliciting a yelp from him, "It's 2 o'clock. You gonna move so we can get sorted?"
He sat himself up and stretched his back, allowing me to stand and stretch myself after being in the same position for 3 or so hours. Fucking pins and needles have my life. Instead of shaking them off, I started to walk on my foot that felt 10 times its size, which was a silly decision of mine to make. Immediately, I went crashing to the floor as I attempted placing my foot on the step into the corridor while my ankle had other plans.
"Fucking BASTARD." I yelled, holding said ankle in agony, "Who put that step there man." I groaned to myself, slowly standing up again and heading onto my bed.
"Evie?" Sam called as he approached our room, where I lay, "Why'd you yell for?"
I sat up from my position, looking intently at Sam, "Fell down the step." I mumbled in embarrassment.
"Sorry? What was that?"
"I fell down the fucking step. Y'kna, that geet massive step on the way here." I laughed at myself, covering up the pain I was actually in. The sting made me sick and a pit form in my stomach, threatening the bile to rise. But, like all of my other issues, I bottled it up as though I just rolled it. Certainly didn't look like I'd rolled it.
"Silly bastard." Sam cackled, heading towards the wardrobe, pulling his stuff out.
Let the pain of packing commence.
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