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Kian was fucking exhausted. She hadn't slept for more than 2 hours last night, interrupted by having to learn the choreography for his new single, arguing with Becky over something stupid and having to record for the music video. They were so fucking tired. She just wanted to sleep, but they have to do so much shit. He opens the door to the bathroom- something she's unable to go to unless she asks her manager when she's doing photography, which, in their opinion, fucking sucks- and locks it. They lean over on the counter, looking in the mirror. She was pretty, but not enough. Not enough.
She wore a silver top, v-shaped and only held together by the back string that is tied into a bow. Lower down is a black leather skirt, ending around mid-thigh. His make-up is glittery, not natural make-up like Rolan or Rand have, rather exquisite, colourful, rocker make-up. Rand and Rolan are so pretty. So fucking pretty. They lean their head up, careful as to not let any tears drip from their eyes because she really didn't want to get ridiculed and scolded by her manager right now. She's being ungrateful. She has it so well, she knows that.
She has been reading Twitter a lot recently. They called her ugly. Declining. Specifically, too fat. He's been trying to lose weight, but no matter how much he loses, it doesn't seem to make a difference to anyone else. He's been starving himself. His group- they've noticed something's up, for sure. Kian won't let them get in the way of this, he can't lose his one redeeming quality, being pretty. He wants to throw up, it feels so fucking gross. They're fat. Rand has a reason for having more to his weight, and the netizens- the fans, they actually think he’s prettier this way, even if it's not normal standards in the industry- but Kian doesn't. She has absolutely no reason to be fat. And she's so, so hungry.
They're miserable, to say the least. They're tired and hungry and needy and they just wanna curl up and die. That surely will fix all of his problems. Yyyup!
She wonders if she can convince one of her lovers to cuddle with her. She probably could, but hell if anyone thinks he's actually going to ask. She oughta take some of Rand's weed and smoke it with him some time. Fuck it.
Kian should probably hurry the fuck up. He needs to go back to being Scarlett before her manager sends someone to get him. She moves back up, standing up straight. Scarlett looks back to the door, and then back to the mirror. She takes a step forward, her black, short boot heels clacking against the tiled floor. She opens the door to the rest of the photo shoot, the bright lights of the photos being shot in the main room blinding her temporarily. It felt colder, Scarlett's body shivering slightly as she met the air. She continues to walk out, moving forward into the room where the photos are happening.