"He's the genius with secrets in his eyes
Solving puzzles while I'm chasing butterflies
Can't read his mind, but he's reading mine
In this ballad of the genius, our worlds intertwine"
Pop sensation Liv Rose's glittering career hides a tragic past...
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"Songwriting is a very mysterious process. It feels like creating something from nothing. It's something I don't feel like I really control."
Tracy Chapman
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Questions and Songwriting
So, I'll keep believing, though the nights are long,
Somewhere out there, you're waiting with a song.
Even if I stumble, even if I fall,
I know one day, you'll answer when I call.
The moment Olivia stepped into the hotel room with Spencer, an awkward tension settled between them.
She fidgeted with her keys, her mind racing through options. Should she suggest dinner? Propose a mindless binge of Love Island? Or simply retreat to her room until sunrise, munching on the snacks she'd squirreled away?
Spencer cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Uh, Olivia? Did you want to order something to eat?" His voice cracked slightly, betraying his nervousness.
Olivia's eyes snapped to his, a small smile tugging at her lips. His awkwardness was oddly endearing. She shook her head, moving towards the kitchenette with newfound purpose. "I can whip something up. Let's see what we've got."
She rummaged through the cabinets, silently thanking Ellie for stocking them upon arrival. "How about chicken parm and pasta?" she offered, then paused. "Or I could make soup. Nothing beats a good chicken noodle soup."
Turning, she caught Spencer staring at her, his expression a mix of surprise and admiration. "What?" she asked, suddenly self-conscious.
Spencer blinked, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Nothing, it's just... I haven't had a home-cooked meal in ages. Usually, it's just takeout. Quick and easy, you know?"
Olivia laughed softly, deciding on soup. As she began chopping vegetables, she reminisced, "Oh, I remember those days. On tour, it was all fast food and junk. I didn't mind until the tabloids started harping about my weight." Her knife paused mid-chop. "All because I wore a bathing suit two sizes too small. Next thing I knew, I was on some crazy diet. No sugar, no carbs, just veggies and chicken."
Spencer's brow furrowed. "That's absurd," he said, his voice tinged with indignation.
Olivia nodded, resuming her chopping. "I know, right? Sizes vary so much between brands, and I was comfortable, but—"
