𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 - Ever since secondary school, Cassandra Beauchêne knew that one day she and Oscar Piastri would end up together. But that was not until she introduced him to her best friend and soon later they began to fall desperately in love.
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Cassandra Beauchêne, the renowned singer, found herself in the throes of anticipation as she prepared for a high-profile celebrity interview. In her dressing room adorned with soft lighting and the faint hum of excitement, she reviewed potential questions with her publicist, James. "We need to strike a balance between showcasing your artistry and giving fans a glimpse into your journey," James advised, adjusting the final details of Cassandra's schedule.
As Cassandra chose an outfit that effortlessly blended sophistication with her signature style, her stylist, Emma, offered suggestions. "This look exudes confidence and glamour. It's a perfect match for the occasion," she remarked, ensuring every detail, from the shimmering accessories to the flawless makeup, accentuated Cassandra's natural elegance.
In a brief moment of solitude, Cassandra reflected on the significance of the upcoming interview. "This is a chance to connect with fans on a deeper level, to share the stories behind the songs," she mused, a sense of purpose driving her meticulous preparations.
"Can I call Oscar?" she blurted out as age was staring at herself in the mirror. "Go ahead," James sighed.
After two rings, he picked up his phone. "You look nice." was the first thing out of this mouth. "Thank you, I'm sweating ball shacks though." she stated, "Don't worry about it, I know you and I can tell that you'll do good," Oscar reassured her, and just as Cassandra was going to ask him a question, Lily popped up on the screen. "Hey girl!" she quickly fixed her frizzed-up hair. She was also a sweaty mess and so was Oscar, Cassandra now realized.
"Oh shit, were y'all about to fuck?" the singer questioned them. "Yeah, now's not a good time."Lily rudely asked and hung up the phone.
As the interview approached, Cassandra engaged in vocal warm-ups, her voice resonating through the empty halls. "We want your vocals to be as captivating during the interview as they are on stage," her vocal coach, Sarah, encouraged, fine-tuning the nuances of her performance.
Minutes before stepping into the interview suite, Cassandra received a call from her mentor, a seasoned artist who had navigated the ebbs and flows of fame. "Stay true to yourself, Cassandra. Your authenticity is what sets you apart," the mentor imparted, grounding her in the midst of excitement.
With the click of heels echoing down the hallway, Cassandra entered the interview room, where a renowned host awaited. The conversation flowed effortlessly, a dance of words and emotions. "I've always believed that music has the power to connect us on a soulful level," Cassandra shared her voice a melodic testament to her artistry.
The interview unveiled not just the singer but the person behind the music, with Cassandra weaving anecdotes and insights into her journey. "Every song has a story, and I'm grateful for the opportunity to share mine," she expressed, a genuine smile gracing her face as the interview concluded.
As Cassandra retreated from the spotlight, she knew this interview had become a chapter in her evolving narrative, a moment where her voice, both in song and conversation, resonated with a broader audience, leaving a lasting impression.
"You did so good!" Sarah immediately hugged her, "Thank you." Cassandra responded plainly.
"Thinking about Oscar?"
"Why would he pick up my FaceTime if he and Lily were about to fuck. That's so stupid, he's so stupid, but I love him." she let out a long sigh. "Don't worry about it too much, focus on your career and let him do his things."
Cassandra nodded before throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a matching hoodie.
The interview went well and she had everything she could want in life, but her heart still felt empty.
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
