𖤐₊ ˚ .༄𖤐₊ ˚ .༄ ↯ how to be a heartbreaker ! ( we don't want our hearts to break in two )
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( ― PEOPLE ARE CONSTANTLY ASKING ME, WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE SEXY )
( ―NO ONE ASKED! YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE ASKING )
𖤐₊ ˚ .༄𖤐 ↯synopsis !
LEGEND TELLS THAT IF YOU GAZE LONG ENOUGH―into his mystified, gorgeous pale green eyes you can see his heart reflecting back at you. As if made of glass, you can see the shattered fragments stick out like a sore thumb against the mending that has been done to heal the damage. And Theo Calaveras wears his heart like the scars of a war hero and holds himself true to the four rules listed off in that song by Marina and the Diamonds. After all, it's gotten him this far.
For some, heartbreak is a means of self-reflection, to boost up your self confidence and realize just how much worth you have. Unless— if you're Theo Calaveras. One seriously messy breakup left his heart shattered into a million pieces and with deadlines of new albums having to be made, going on tour with his bandmates to perform in front of stadiums filled with countless of screaming obsessed fans— he holds off the wreckage of his heart for another day. Maybe someday when he's ready he can face the fresh wounds of his heartache, until then, Twisted Overture needs him . . .
. . . and he's not going to give that up.
And so, he hides all of memories of those tear stained pillows, the grief that had built upon him ever since his heart broke in too and focuses on his four rules. They've built up his walls, they've managed to hide the diamond shaped tears that taint his beautiful face as he fails to sleep peacefully some nights. They've been the very thing that has concealed his sorrow like a mask and paint him with vibrant colours of a new perspective.
Long ago, Theo Calaveras had a heart. Now what remains is a wounded boy who conceals his pain with a mask. And turns into a heartbreaker to feel some joy.
He licks his lips slightly as he glances at the audience. Soaking up in the applause, he slowly brushes his dark locks of hair as he cracks a smirk that makes the cheering fans swoon. Tugging at the hems of his shirt, he bites his lips as he makes eye contact with one of his screaming fans before shooting a flirtatious wink —not that the wink meant anything of course. There was nothing that made him feel anymore. His heart numb to love as he recites the four rules like a code of honour . . .
. . . maybe it's meant to be this way.
And yet, when the songwriter of Twisted Overture meets the unfortunate fate of being a victim in a car crash, death has other means for him to face his demons. Tripping over his own two feet, Theo comes crashing down on a teenage boy wearing a fanny pack. And for the first time in forever, his heart beats as fast as butterfly wings he gazes into those vibrant eyes. Rule #2: just don't get attached to somebody you could lose. It was then he knew that he had broken not one, but all four of the rules. . . .
