Singing the Musician's Tune

Singing the Musician's Tune

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Eloise Perrish, daughter of famous music producer, Johnathan Perrish, has the voice of an angel. Music has been apart of her life since she could remember. With her late mother being a voice coach and her father being a producer, it was obvious she would gain some talent. Eloise wants to get noticed on her own and without her father's help. Her life has been smooth since her mom's death until a certain boy band crashes into her life. Defying Gravity is the hottest boy band out there. They're reckless, childish, and lastly hot! Every girl would die to get to know them except Eloise. She thinks they're just another boy band out there. When her dad starts to produce them, her life is intertwined with these four boys. This mean crazy adventures, late night partying, stupid decisions, and love? Eloise's life just got a lot more interesting. (A/N) I am going to use other people's music, and say it's the band's music because I don't know how to write songs or lyrics. Enjoy! *Not a Fan Fic*
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Boy meets boy. Boy mocks boy. Boy falls (a little too hard). Dior Max is all sharp edges and smoother fabrics-stylish, strategic, and emotionally unbothered. Or so he pretends. Brix Julian is a walking headache with a guitar: smug, loud, and alarmingly good at sending the wrong message. They argue. They prank. They lock eyes for too long in crowded hallways. It's not flirting-it's war. Obviously. But somewhere between the teasing and tension, Dior starts collecting hope-one red paper heart at a time. Every mixed signal? Folded. Stored. Counted. He'll confess when the jar is full. Because maybe, just maybe, Brix means it. SPOILER ALERT: he doesn't. Turns out the signals were smoke, the crush was one-sided, and the heartbreak? Custom-tailored. Chords vs. Collars. Gloss meets grit. A stylish slow-burn that stings where it shouldn't. Because the cruelest crushes don't break-they hum. ___________// ⚠ gentle heads-up! This story explores sensitive themes such as homophobia, emotional trauma, misunderstandings, and the use of strong language. Please read with care and kindness to yourself. Your heart and well-being matter most. ♡ (Note: This story is currently a work in progress and may include typos or little grammar hiccups. Thank you for your patience and love!) 🧵🎸 just a tiny disclaimer: This story is fictional. Some scenes are inspired by real moments I experienced in junior high, and a few characters are loosely based on old friends. But everything else names, places, events is purely imagined. Any similarities are purely coincidental. This is a personal story, a metaphor for a forbidden love I once had. If it feels familiar or cliché, that's not intentional. This story is mine. 🫶🏻

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