PSA: ALL tweets/texts/links in this work are FAKE and recreated to fit into the FICTION of this story. NOT intended to cause harm or ill intent. These are only created for the purpose of FICTION.
"Good things take time, but not when you keep running...
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Victoria
Things had shifted. We had spent several hours in my studio literally bringing my music journal to life, and I was ecstatic. People were rapidly discovering our hard work, and honestly, I wasn't expecting Zak to send out a tweet to promote our sound, and I never would've noticed he tweeted about it until I checked my Twitter notifications, seeing that his tweet alone had over two thousand likes and a lot of positive responses. The man I had a huge crush on had liked our music, and I felt bad for failing to see his text messages until I had taken a break from recording and soothing my newly strained vocal cords.
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"Today has been a fucking good day," Sam sighed with happiness. "We've gotten a lot more views after your boyfriend tweeted about you."
"He's not my boyfriend." I blushed.
"Yet," Sam winked. "Just give it time."
"Woah, who's your boyfriend?" Ryan teased.
"You should've seen that hunk she had come over last week!"
