❝ 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧' 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫. ❞

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It was Lana’s first performance at Coachella in a very long time. Everyone was screaming, wondering what would happen next. She was on stage, staring at the crowd before looking to the side. Walking out of the dark, the crowd realized it was you. She brought you out to be one of her guests for tonight.

You and her have been friends in the industry for a long time, and it just so happens you were in the area. You walk over and sat down on the stool, getting ready to play the piano. She starts to sing as you play — not too long after, she gets up and sits next to you.

It all seemed sweet and intimate, just the two of you singing and playing the piano while the crowd hummed along. She leans on your shoulder as you decide to take the lead.

It was like Woodstock in you and Lana’s mind, away from the harsh critics. Just singing to each other and the fans.

If only this moment of peace would last longer.

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Lana looks up at you as she then sang into her mic, it was almost as if she was personally singing to you. Her eyes had a sense of longing and tenderness to them.

“Candy necklaces.”

The two of you harmonized on the last lyric, staring at each other with a smile. Though, you couldn’t forget the way she looked at you during the performance. . .