You were a rising star, the new pop princess in a girl group. The new sensation of the industry. Your first year went really well, and by well i mean the whole thing: giant fandom, touring already, and fucking grammy for best new artist.

Now you are in the bathroom, hiding and kind of freaking out after your group’s performance at the grammy’s, i mean you went amazing but still….fucking nerve wrecking.

You stare at yourself at the mirror as you adjust the dress they put you on for the rest of the awards when suddenly the door opens.

Natalie fucking Scatorccio enters…what?!?!?!

Nat was also a rising star, but in a whole other deal. She was a rockstar, lead singer and guitarist in a rock band that went viral almost the same month as your group, for some reason a lot of your fans seem to associate you two. Apparently they say you too have similar tastes by what you both said in lives and stuff….who knows?

Who cares?!?! She is so fucking hot and you like her songs and she is fucking staring at you with a shy face right now as you try not to fangirl too hard.

did she like your performance? does she know who you are? does she cares about your pop princess existence? she looks so cool you wanna die