DRESS ₊ ⊹ LN4

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tmz
@tmz
MAYA SCOTT'S NEW FLING?
singer appears to be getting cozy on a date with Formula 1 driver Lando Norris

"i fucking hate you" i throw my phone at sean who confusedly catches it "look at what you caused" its a tweet by tmz, apparently someone got a picture of me and lando while we were having lunch before sean and annie arrived and it was now all over the internet "im not going out again"

sean chuckles at the tweet and i stare blankly at him "its just another dumb rumor may it'll blow over soon"

i scoff "you are not the one constantly getting hate" i snatch my phone from him "i cant open anything without being called a slut or a whore or some other nasty thing" he must be on a complete different side of the internet if he hasnt seen all the hate i get on the daily "it wont blow over soon, that's what i was told about it when it started 'maya just lay low for a bit and it will all be forgotten' well it's not forgotten is it? i've been hiding for 6 months and they are still mad over what? the fact that i got my heart broken TWICE in a row?" by now im sobbing uncontrollably and sean has pulled me into a hug, but as i cry i start feeling like i cant breathe and his arms felt paralyzing around me so i pushed him off and as soon as he was off i fell to the ground gasping for air

"MOM!" i hear the muffled scream and then i hear more muffled talk and then i feel my mom's hands on mine and i can see her through the tears in my eyes

"you're okay baby, you're alright i've got you" i finally hear a little more clear and im starting to breathe better "there you go deep breathe in and hold it and out"

"im sorry" i say a little choked out "im okay"

"you're good" she repeats "come on let's get up and get you to bed" mom gestures for sean to help her get me up and he does, they both take me to my room and i lay in bed, after they make sure im alright they leave.

i lose track of time as i lay there feeling numb, when i finally regain a bit of consciousness its dark outside but all that's in my mind is writing a new song so i sit up and take my notebook from my bedside table and get at it, by the time im done its light outside again and there's around 10 pages full of my thoughts of which there's highlighted sentences i think i can use in songs.

my first thought after realizing how much material i have is to call eli, my best friend but also my producer, he's been helping me with my music since i started, we both started almost at the same time he had only produced a couple of songs before he started producing mine and we soon became best friends. of course i havent talked to eli in over 3 months so this might be a bit awkward, but i still text him