ephemeral // matty healy
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After finishing her degree away from Home, Blair has returned to a new job opportunity in London. Working as a graphic designer is difficult, especially when you have finicky clients. And especially when one of those clients is an old friend.
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I moved to London chasing air, distance, maybe a version of myself I haven't met yet. Music was never supposed to be more than therapy until The 1975's world cracked open right in front of me. I came here to find a job. Instead, I found them. And maybe, myself.Complete
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Headliners
Dear Renewed Images, I am writing out to you over an urgent matter of one of my oldest clients and friends. I sincerely hope you hear my heart, as I am writing this from a hospital waiting room. My hurting friend, Matty Healy, is in dire need of PR help to renew his public image and give him a hand up through a clean slate. My assistant informs me that you are the best PR agency in London and have serviced many celebrities to get back on track with their lives. I am truly hoping for any and all help that you may perceive to help the situation. I am happy to discuss any of the finances personally as this is more of a personal matter rather than strictly business. Please see the attached article and podcast below to get an idea of how in depth this case may be for your agency. Thank You Dearly, Jamie OborneComplete
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//COMPLETE // ---- " Look at him" I chuckled with a wide smile as I studied Matty and Adam dancing around in circles with their guitars, practicing a guitar solo for tonight. " Yeah, he's been really happy the last couple of weeks," George said as he looked in the same direction. Matty and Adam were spinning around each other as they played with big grins on their faces. Honestly, it was quite cute. " Yeah, counter to popular believe he can be a nice person if he wants" I laughed seeing as he waved at me from the stage. " I know. All this time I thought he had just tired himself out from being a pain, but turns out his motivation to improve walks on two legs and has long brown curls." --- Rosie studies phsycology and moves to London to live with her cousin George to finish uni. She quickly finds out that George's flatmate Matty struggles with drugs, sleeplessness and moodswings - all of which she tries to help him cure. He needs an anchor. She's his anchor. --- If you want to follow my writing process, be able to influence my story choices, and maybe get the chance of having your own character in the book, please follow @mrserotonin.man on instagram :) Rankings: #1 in mattyhealy - 18th of August 2019 #4 in the1975 - 18th of August 2019 #1 in The1975fanfic - 30th of July 2019 #1 in Robbers - August 4th 2019Complete
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Wary of the decadence and skewed morals that her burgeoning music career might impose upon her, Joanna feels out of place at the rite-of-passage Notting Hill party her new manager has invited her to, until she encounters Matty - practically an old hand in the business, but sweetly untouched by their strange surroundings. The instincts and values Joanna used to cling to don't guide her now as well as they used to, and as the venues get bigger and the radio plays rack up, it becomes increasingly difficult to know what her friendship with Matty is really about. 'My ability to stay awake was waning, and I could feel myself dropping off, the darkness and warmth enveloping me. But somewhere in that liminal space, between consciousness and a blank stupor, I vaguely registered a hand finding mine across the sheets, fingers interlinking and holding it there, in the space between our faces.' (((* = mature content))) COMPLETED 19/11/20.Complete
I moved to London chasing air, distance, maybe a version of myself I haven't met yet. Music was never supposed to be more than therapy until The 1975's world cracked open right in front of me. I came here to find a job. Instead, I found them. And maybe, myself.
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