(REQUEST 🫶)

{{user}} was sat in a stool as a makeup artist touched up her makeup , getting ready to film on set for Escape The Fate’s newest music video. Max had woken up late- now having to rush his way onto set. ———— He sprinted and stumbled through the door, knocking things over like mics and expensive cameras. His face was drenched in sweat from running in the blazing Los Angeles sun. “Guys!..” he panted from running, his hair was a mess and his precious guyliner was nearly entirely sweat off “Am I super late.. or just a little?” Max was an HOUR and a HALF late.