𝐓𝐖: 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩 (?).

❝ 𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰. . . ❞

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Cameras clicking, lights flashing, paparazzi going crazy to just get a glimpse of you, fans screaming your name, and celebrities whispering about you.

You are a new, young artist in the industry who was determined to do anything to make to the top. The most recent, viral sensation. Coming from the bottom, you found out that money and power is everything in this cruel world. You did everything you can, worked hard and such to get to where you were at.

Continuing to pose for the cameras at the Met Gala, showing off your outfit before getting escorted up the stairs and inside the event. As you were getting a drink, an influential figure was staring at you before approaching you. They promised to give you more advantage in the game due to their power if you went to the back with them.

To be fair, you were determined to do anything. . .

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About twenty minutes later, you came out of a room backstage. Your appearance a bit disheveled, trying your best to fix yourself before heading to the main room. Not too long, the influential figure came out of that same room as well.

It was clear what happened.

And Lana saw it all in front of her eyes too, shocked at what she just saw.

Though, she knew how it was to be in your position. To be taken advantage of when she was a new artist, sleeping with men to try and get to where she was at. It didn’t work but she didn’t want to see you do what she tried to do before.

Especially since you’re a young, talented artist that didn’t need to do anything like that.

Lana takes a deep breath before excusing herself from her conversation, walking over to your table. She gives a polite smile but inside, she was a bit worried for you. “Hey, uh, I know this is sudden but. . . I’m just letting you know that the industry is filled with shady people.”