The backstage of us - Gracie Abrams x Role Model

Unwritten lyrics

Song recs for this chapter:

• "Adore You" — Harry Styles
• "Pumped Up Kicks" — Foster the People
• "Ribs" — Lorde
• "Feels like" — Gracie Abrams
• "All the Stars" — Kendrick Lamar, SZA
• "Enchanted (Taylor's version)" — Taylor Swift
"going out" — ROLE MODEL
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Tucker's pov.

I didn't think too much when I sent the text. It was late, and I'd been messing around with a few ideas, trying to figure out what a duet between Gracie and me might sound like. Something had been brewing ever since our first conversation, a melody that wouldn't leave my head. So I figured, why not see if she's on the same wavelength?

"Any thoughts on that duet idea? Got a few songs stuck in my head..." - I hit send, half expecting her to be asleep or busy. But my phone buzzed almost immediately with her reply.

"Let's jam during rehearsals. I think we could come up with something magical." - she wrote back.

I grinned at my screen, lying back on my couch. That's what I liked about Gracie—she wasn't about overthinking. She just wanted to let things happen, to see what we could create without putting too much pressure on it. I could work with that. I tossed my phone down next to me, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity. There was something about this whole situation—this tour, this connection with her—that felt like it was going to be different. More personal. I wasn't sure how or why, but the thought of creating something with her was already starting to feel... right.

Rehearsals were just a few days away, and I couldn't help but wonder what our chemistry would be like in person. We'd been texting a lot—way more than I expected. What started as basic tour stuff quickly turned into late-night conversations about life on the road, music, and random things like how she never finishes her journals. I don't usually connect with people that easily, but with Gracie, it felt natural. Easy.

The way our texts kept flowing reminded me of how songwriting works sometimes—when the ideas just click and there's no forcing it. Maybe that's how it would feel when we finally met up in rehearsals. I wasn't just thinking about the duet anymore; I was curious to see how we'd vibe, not just as artists but as people. She had this honesty to her, this rawness in the way she talked about things, and it drew me in.

A few days passed, and the more we texted, the more I felt like I was getting to know her. Not just as Gracie Abrams, the artist with the insane fan base, but as Gracie, the person. And the more I learned, the more intrigued I became.

The night before rehearsals started, I found myself up late again, guitar in hand, strumming out the melody that had been running through my mind. It was simple—just a few chords—but there was something about it that felt like it could be more. Maybe Gracie would hear it and think it was trash, or maybe we'd find a way to turn it into something meaningful. Either way, I was looking forward to seeing where it could go.

Before crashing for the night, I shot her another quick text.

"Hope you're ready for rehearsals tomorrow. Got some ideas that I think you're gonna like... no pressure though."

Her reply came back within minutes.

"Can't wait. I've got a feeling we're gonna come up with something special."

I stared at her message for a second longer than I probably should have, feeling that familiar buzz of excitement in my chest. There was definitely something happening here—something more than just music. But for now, I was okay with not knowing exactly what it was.