The Junes' show went amazing like usual, including the after-party. But nothing could beat how excited the women were about going to the NME offices for their photoshoot. Amara wore a pair of leather boots, a red checkered mini skirt and a leopard print jacket over her simple white shirt.
It was simple, yet effective, even if she had to do many outfit changes. She had to admit that she was nervous, they were in the largest studio in the building. There was a bunch of makeup and hair staff to get the women ready, all for a magazine cover photo.
"We're gonna start with the group shots before the individual ones, okay girls?" Samantha told them, clasping their hands together as the three women were sitting in makeup chairs.
"As long as that camera doesn't make me look fat then whatever." Lara replied and stood up.
"For the last time, you're not fat, you're-" Molly began, Lara gave her a certain look. She innocently chewed on her solid lollipop, "You're growin' a bloody human."
"You look beautiful, babe. Pregnancy glow is workin' wonders." Amara winked at her as well. Lara hid her smile.
"Alright, alright, let's do this."
They were guided to the studio, and inside were a bunch of guitars, drum sets and scattered magazines on top of TVs. The photographer enthusiastically stood up and greeted them with a smile, shaking their hands frantically. "Welcome! Thank you for coming."
"What's all this mate?" Lara raised an eyebrow.
"Who cares? I wanna break shit." Molly's face turned into a smile, so did the photographer's.
"I may be a photographer, but I had a vision! Your sister has good eye, break anything, everything! I need passion! Anger! I'm here to capture it all."
Amara hid a giggle at the photographer's enthusiasm, nodding her bead at the sound of it. "This is gonna be fun." She looked around the room and saw a Gibson guitar, "I call the Gibson!" She then yelled, practically running over to the rack of guitars and wrapped her hand around the dark blue, maybe purple, guitar.
The photographer held up his camera, clicking every second. Amara lifted the guitar over her head with a yell, looking into the camera as she slammed it on the ground. Lara had picked up a vase, chucking the flowers and water out of it before throwing it at the wall behind everyone.
Whilst that was happening, Molly was having the time of her life slamming the drums before stomping a hole through the top of it. Either way, the photographer was eating it all up like a five star dinner.
A few of the tabloid articles were old ones from their early days, many of which obviously stated how The Junes 'rode of Oasis' fame'. Molly held it up whilst Amara held a lighter underneath it to light it on fire. Pretty sure they weren't allowed to do that, but oh well. It looked cool.
After the hectic group shot, they did some 'normal photos'. Amara stood in the middle, her arms around Molly and Lara's shoulders whilst the two girls posed. Lara had a guitar above her stomach, pulling a snarky face, to make her bump more obvious. Some papers expressed their dislike towards how she was still performing whilst pregnant, calling it unfit. The woman didn't care though, she wanted to make sure she pissed the haters off. Molly had a cig between her lips, and Amara's hand, that was dangling around her neck, held a lighter.
The room flashed many times as the photographer took pictures from different angles. After a while, he called them to a stop and let the women look at the photos. Each and every one was epic.
The photographer clasped his hands together, "Youngest first. Molly, do your thing!" Molly grinned at how she got to go first. Amara and Lara left the room and into the halls whilst Molly did hers.
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The Junes | Liam Gallagher ° OASIS
Fanfiction"Ladies and Gentleman, it might not be June, but WE are the fuckin' Junes." When Amara Watson, future frontwoman of 'The Junes', realises her feelings for the famous future frontman of Oasis, Liam Gallagher, despite finding herself in a whirlwind o...
