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REAL LIFE!

Eva sat in the recording studio once again, her focus on the lyrics in front of her. At least, she was pretending it was. Her mind was somewhere else entirely, and though she would never admit to it, she wasn't listening to the music she was singing to at all.

"Okay, E, let's take a break. That was flat as hell. Are you focused?" Her producer spoke into the mic that echoed into the recording studio. Eva took off her headphones and shook her head before stepping out of the studio and into the room where he was.

"Sorry, Chris. I'm just not feeling it today. That's my fault." She sighed, running a hand through her hair, which fell limply on her shoulders instead of looking like she was ready for a photoshoot at any given moment. This was new; she was normally dressed to the nines, but she was human. She deserved off days, and this was certainly an off day. She was wearing her baggiest sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants that hung loosely, and if you looked at her, you would think she were sick because that was normally her sick outfit. Her eyes were dull, and the bags under them were darker than straight coffee. She had no fight in her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Chris handed her a cup of coffee as she sat down in a chair across from him, shaking her head at him.

"Is this decaf?"

"Of course. I know you, E. Two creams, one sugar, peppermint mocha syrup."

"You're the best. But no, I don't want to talk about it. It's been... a rough week, and I honestly just need to sleep it off, I think." She took a sip of her coffee as she said so, shrugging. Chris nodded thoughtfully, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Go home, E."

"Chris--"

"Go home. You need sleep so you can give your best. Go home, and we'll pick up again tomorrow afternoon, okay?" His tone made it clear that she had no room to argue, and she gave a defeated sigh.

"Thank you, C. I love you." She stood up, giving him a side hug before picking up her bag and draping it over her shoulder. Once she was out of the building, she pulled out her phone, dialing the one number she hadn't touched in a week.

"Hello?" A groggy voice answered the phone, as if Eva had just woken them up.

"Bea?"

"Yeah? This is Eva, right?"

"Yeah, hi. Uh, are you doing anything right now?" There was shuffling on the other end of the line, and Eva tapped her foot somewhat impatiently, chewing on her index fingernail. She knew that anyone could be taking pictures of her right that instant, which didn't settle her clear nerves any less.

"Uh, it's 4 pm on a Saturday, and I'm napping, so not really." Bea chuckled, but it sounded more like the wheeze you hear when people are scrolling Instagram and see a meme. Eva nodded, breathing out deeply.

"Can you come get me from the studio? I need to vent." There was silence, and then a cough.

"Yeah, I absolutely can. I'll be there in... however long LA traffic takes."

"Thank you so much, Bea." Bea could hear Eva's relieved smile through the phone, and she couldn't help but wonder why the blonde wasn't calling her proclaimed "best friend," Hanna, or who seemed to be her actual best friend, Khalil. Instead, she was calling someone she had met at a party a week ago. It was weird, but it wasn't like Bea hadn't had her share of weird.

"It's no problem, Eva. See you soon."

"See you."