𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑰𝑻 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑬 ── 🎤⭐️
Violet Vega, the talented daughter of the legendary Tori Vega, is about to start her senior year at Hollywood Arts. Inspired by her mother's stories from her own time there, Violet has always felt a deep...
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THE WARM SUMMER SUN cast long shadows across the driveway as Violet Vega sat cross-legged on the old couch in her garage. Through the open garage door, the iconic Hollywood sign loomed in the distance. The walls were lined with framed platinum records, posters from sold-out concerts, and memorabilia from her mom, Tori Vega's, career as a pop star. Being Tori Vega's daughter came with its own set of expectations. People constantly compared Violet to her mother, expecting her to have the same voice, the same talent. And while Violet loved her mother dearly, she was determined to make a name for herself.
When Violet was younger, she would sit backstage at her mom's concerts, wide-eyed and filled with awe as she watched fans singing along to every word. Her mom would always find a moment to wink at her from the stage and dedicate a song to her, making her feel special. That was when Violet knew she wanted to be a singer, just like her mother. But not just as Tori Vega's daughter—she wanted to be known for her own sound, her own music, and her own success.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. She looked up to see Lennon Shapiro, son of Cat and Robbie Shapiro, stroll into the garage with a wide grin. Lennon had been Violet's best friend since childhood, their bond strengthened by their parents' long friendship. He wore his favorite Beatles t-shirt, the one with the Abbey Road album cover now almost faded. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he dropped his backpack on the floor and gave Violet a playful nudge.
"Hey, Vi. Are you ready for the livestream today?" Lennon asked, his grin widening.
Violet returned the smile, her fingers still lightly strumming her guitar. "Definitely. I'm just about ready."
Lennon plopped down on the empty seat next to her. "Good, because I think we might be able to break our record for viewers this time."
Violet raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh, no pressure or anything."
Lennon chuckled softly. "Come on, Vi. We all know you're the heart of the band. You've got this."
Violet laughed softly, shaking her head. "You're just saying that because you're my best friend."
Lennon leaned back, crossing his arms with a mock-serious expression. "True, but it also happens to be a fact."
Just then, Hendrix Harris walked in, his portable keyboard slung over one shoulder and a pair of headphones around his neck. A wide grin spread across his face, his energy lighting up the room as he set the keyboard down. Hendrix, the son of Andre Harris, carried the same musical talent as his father. Like Lennon's parents, Hendrix's dad had been close to Violet's mom during their time at Hollywood Arts.
