𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄¹, jack champion

061, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭

061, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭
irl + social media

THIRD PERSON +
january 5th, 2024

It was January 5th, and everything felt like it was finally falling into place. The holiday rush was over, the decorations had been packed away, and the New Year brought with it a renewed sense of excitement and purpose. Juniper was buzzing with anticipation, her mind constantly racing with thoughts about the album.

It had been a labor of love — months of late nights in the studio, pouring her heart into every lyric, every chord. Now, all the songs were finalized, the tracklist had been laid out, and the vinyls and CDs had been pressed. The only thing left was to film the final music video, and she was saving that one for Jack.

Jack had always been her biggest supporter. Even when she was second-guessing every decision, every creative choice, he was there to remind her of her brilliance, of her talent. He had watched her grow through this project, from the early demos to the final polished recordings, and now the finish line was in sight.

It was surreal to Juniper, really. She had a couple of photo shoots lined up for promotional graphics, and there would be interviews and press tours, but the music, the core of it all, was ready. And Jack? Well, he was thrilled for her. She could see it in his eyes every time they talked about the album — the pride, the joy. But there was also a hint of curiosity. After all, she had been keeping most of the songs from him as a surprise, especially one in particular.

This next song... It was different. Sure, it was upbeat, and even had a teasing tone to it, but between the lines it was the vulnerability of having a relationship in the public eye. It was Juniper's fears of showing off Jack as hers, begging him not to embarrass her by becoming like everyone else. She had begun to write this when they had been on a couple of dates, and she had been hiding it from Jack since she wrote it. But things were a lot different now, and she just hoped Jack would enjoy it.

Sitting on the couch in their New York apartment, Juniper tapped her fingers against the mug of tea she was holding, her nerves buzzing beneath her skin. Jack was lounging across from her, flipping through the latest issue of Rolling Stone but only half paying attention to it.

"You're fidgeting," he said, looking up at her with a knowing smirk.

"I'm not," Juniper lied, trying to keep still.

"You are," Jack teased, tossing the magazine onto the coffee table. "What's going on? You've been on edge since this morning."

Juniper took a breath, setting her mug down and meeting his gaze. "I want you to come to the studio with me tomorrow. I think it's time you hear the song we're filming for."

Jack raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Oh, the mystery song? I was wondering when you were going to let me in on that secret."

Juniper bit her lip. "There's a reason I've been holding back on playing it for you. It's, uh... it's pretty personal. And I'm nervous about what you'll think."

Jack's expression softened, and he moved closer, reaching out to take her hand. "Hey, whatever it is, I know it's going to be amazing. You don't have to be nervous."

"Yeah, but this one's... about you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "And it's something I actually wrote before we were even official."

Jack blinked, his hand tightening around hers. "Really?"

"Yeah. It's about you. Us. Everything we've been through," Juniper said, exhaling shakily. "It's a little raw, despite the melody and beat and I just— I hope you're okay with it. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."