Ruffle | A Rhea Ripley Story | By A.Magpie

Chapter 2 ~ Publicity

Decode - Paramore

"Liv, what?"

"Come on Mar! Dont be a prude, it'll be fun!" Liv exclaimed excitedly, she didn't  actually think I would go on tour with her? Even for a week, I'm not even a part of the company, I'm just someone's random roommate. Don't we have to be fucking or something to go together?

Damian sat up straighter, meaning that I was about to receive some dad lecture, "Marnie I think it would be good for you! Meet some new people, see japan, maybe get a job?" I know he was just trying to be nice but I really can't right now. I mean he has a point but he needs to shoosh.

"Fine, I might think about it" key word might.

" Yay!" Dominik exclaimed, "It'll be great, you can see the live shows and we can get tendies!" Dom is such a sweetie, except for when he's not.

That's how I find myself here, packing a bag to go to japan while Liv's off gallivanting through Canada for Money In the Bank.

After finishing packing half my closet, I walked back over to my desk.

My desk was covered in books and notes, lyrics and poems. Everything was labelled in my scrawling handwriting, Project Bracing Myself. A work-in-progress title that just kind of stuck. My newest album.

Next to each title sat a deadline, 04/10. My manager, Mel, wanted each track to be ready by the fourth of October, maybe even earlier. The procrastinator in me knew this, but I had only managed to write maybe four songs, and a lot of tiny verses, but I needed At least four-teen. My anxiety was screaming at me anytime I walked past the cup of pencils collecting dust next to the notebooks in the same condition.

'Get up Marnie, at this point you're just making an ep!'

The voice wasn't wrong, I was just making an ep.

A bright ringing broke me out of my trance. I was making cookies for liv when she came back, chocolate chip of course.

The whole flat smelt like chocolate, not always a good sign, Liv wasn't an expert in cooking.

Humming some song, I walked excitedly into our kitchen. I had a bad habit of belting out random songs when I was home alone, and also when people were home, and sometimes in public... anything, from Heathers to Adele. It gets very annoying sometimes.

I nabbed a cookie straight from the sheet and in classic Marnie fashion, burnt every possible part of my tongue. It's fine though, at least they were good. I always had a penchant for baking... from a box mostly but still.

I ate another cookie as I went to order food from my favourite Thai place because Liv normally doesn't like it. Whenever she goes grocery shopping she buys healthy protein filled stuff. I have a huge sweet tooth soooooo.

The same time I went onto my phone to order, it started ringing.

MELINA JACKSON MANAGER.

Great, just perfect, I thought. Sitting back on a green barstool I answered in my most professional voice.

"Hello, this is Marilyn Blake's phone."

"Jese Mar your phone voice could use some work, you should get an assistant." Mel, as blunt as ever.

"What can I do for you on a Sunday night, Mel?" My manager was known to spring things on her clients. She always had me running around for interviews, statements, magazines etc. 'A gen Z artist should be relevant, we need more content for the edit people' she says.

She was a tall woman, she always wore heels and suits even at hot festivals.

Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself for whatever she was about to say,