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Kasper Alling

Lead Guitarist of London State of Mind

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a character in “Welcome to the Madness Music Festival”, as played by Ivisbo

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“Tell me pretty lies, look me in my face. Tell me that you love me, even if it's fake”


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n i c k n a m e sx // xKas, Alling

a g e x // x27

g e n d e r x // xMale

s e x u a l i t y x // xBisexual

o r i g i n x // xLos Angeles, California

o c c u p a t i o nx // xLead Guitarist for LSM

h e i g h t x // x6' 6"'

w e i g h t x // x170 lbs

h a i r x // xLight brown

e y e s x // xGreen


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SOME KIND OF DISASTER

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His relationship with music started when he was 12 years old at his first Circa Survive show. With a half broken tooth, a bloody lip, and a face blooming with bruises from the pit, he went home and proclaimed with a snaggle tooth grin that he was going to be a musician.

Kasper was still expected to go to college, but he managed to convince his parents that a liberal arts degree for sound production was a good enough . Instead of studying, he spent most nights at local DIY shows in basements, seedy bars, or torn apart warehouses. He joined a shitty hardcore band, loud as fuck with little regard for their sound but a lot of spirit to back them up.

Since he was a kid, Kasper had never been good at being alone. Maybe you could blame his absent parents- who spent more hours at the office than home but always made sure he had food on the table. He never really gave that much thought, not being one to dwell on a childhood that really wasn't half-bad. Kasper's codependency just came from his love of people; he liked touching, he liked being touched, he liked how another's breath could mix with his, he liked legs intertwined under rough sheets, he liked fucking till their skin stuck together and bodies contorted against each other, he liked the feeling of falling in love.

While Kasper was exceptional at guitar- his knack for loosing himself in most things translating well to performing and playing- he simply liked people too much to make any sort of relationship last. He'd had a million 24 hour old love affairs, each one bright and burning and gone as fast as they came. He slept in a new bed every week, wrote them songs and poems, played guitar in warm sheets, but never managed to make that love stick. More often than not he slept away from home, sometimes crashing on the band's couch or slipping into one of their rooms cause he had no ability to be alone. Erin, Stevie, and Eoin knew his schedule by now; they knew never to get attached to the men or women he brought backstage, they knew that Kasper's eyes drifted to any warm body even when his arm was around another.

Kasper stumbled into London State of Mind, like most things he does. Stevie found him in the alley after Kasper's set with his college hardcore band, nursing a black eye clutching some broken ribs. He'd managed to fuck up their bands set when his now ex-boyfriend had discovered he was cheating on him with the drummer, resulting in a bottle being flung and knocking out the singer mid song. Kas was drunk as fuck, lost in a sea of melancholy over the breakup of his year long long band (his longest relationship yet) and fucking up another two-day love affair. He latches onto Stevie, his drunken brain looking for the closest compainonship and band-aide for a broken heart. Whether or not they sleep is pretty unclear, but Kas woke up the next day at the band house and never really left after that.






h e x c o d e x // x #6C7B85 x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x John O' Callaghan x // x c r e a t o r x // x Ivisbo x // x c s x // x mjolnir

So begins...

Kasper Alling's Story

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They’re supposed to be leaving for tour in two days. Two fucking days. That was all he needed from Eoin. To stay put for two days.

He’s got one shoe on and not even a sock on the other foot, his pants are unbuttoned, his shirt is gone, and his hair is a mess. There’s a bottle of Jack between his teeth and a phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder while he glares at the fucking classic coffee machine Eoin made them get instead of the Kurieg Stevie wanted. It’s goddamn rocket science to make it work and he’s too hungover for that shit.

He tells Siri to call again. He’s got hickies across his hip bone which is a shame because he can’t really remember last night but there was definitely a pool involved at some point. What he does remember is Eoin was home when he stumbled in, and gone when Rin woke him.

Stevie threw his phone down when it went to voicemail again and pulled the bottle from his mouth before shouting “Rin!” He saw her cross the apartment and throw her hands in the air. So Eoin wasn’t answering her either. At least it wasn’t some personal vendetta against Stevie. She also wasn’t coming into the kitchen, which meant she wasn’t going to save him from the damned coffee machine.

“Fuck it,” he grumbled, pushed the thing away, and took a few deep gulps of whiskey as he picked up his phone again. He’d just pulled up Instagram when Eoin’s ridiculous username flashed across the screen stating he’d gone live. He gives him a few minutes of not saying where he is (although the dark sky in the window at his side says it’s not New York, because the sun hadn’t set yet at home) before he tags Dua in it asking if she can believe this shit.

Two days. That was all he fucking needed. Eoin was the leader of LSM, not Stevie. He didn’t have his shit together enough to keep the other two shits together.

He crosses the livingroom in a few quick steps and falls on the couch on top of Kasper, who groans under the brunt of his weight, but he ignores it and buries his face in his friend's neck instead. “Eoin took off. Wanna overdose in his bed to get back at him?"

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Erin Monaghan
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Erin didn't remember much after they arrived in New York, whether it was due to her slight intoxication or not, she didn't really care. They had managed to get a nice place to stay and that's all she cared about. She knew it was typically against band rules to let her groupies stay with them, but seeing as they'd be needing some people for the festival, and Erin didn't want to be staying with the guys for this long of a period alone, she ended up kidnapping one of her best friends, Hailee. They were already planning to meet up for the festival, but plans changed last minute and she ended up staying with them instead. It helped Erin not only not lose her mind with the guys, but she was a presence she could genuinely relax around and find comfort in. So, when she woke up, to find the other blonde woman asleep in her bed, Erin easily slipped out and let Hailee continue to sleep a little bit longer. There was no point in waking her up just yet.

Erin got dressed and left her room, and immediately knew something was off. She was allowed to sleep without an issue. That was her first immediate clue something wasn't right. She checked Eoin's room, and he wasn't there, as she went to go check on the other's, she could hear Stevie's rapid shuffling about the rest of the apartment and immediately knew what that meant. And not too shortly after she heard him call out for her, sliding across the hardwood floor, she tossed her arms up in the "I don't know either" gesture before speaking, "Fuck if I know where he is. But I do know, I'm about to kill his ass." she groaned, retrieving her phone from her back pocket as she began to call him time and time again. "Hey fucker, it's me, again. Pick up your god damn fucking phone, you useless piece of shit." she groaned into the speaker before hanging up. Tossing her phone onto the couch. "I swear, one of these days, Stevie. I'm just gonna snap and kill all three of you. Okay but where's Kas-" she began, to see him passed out on the couch, "Well, nevermind. Found him." she mumbled, and quickly turned away. Not caring if he had a pulse or not.

Erin took her phone off the couch as she left and checked instagram, seeing that Eoin was online and in a god damn stream. "This mother fucker is trying to kill me, I swear." she said aloud as she looked through the fridge with the stream playing in the backround. There was next to no food in the fridge, meaning she'd have to call some in. Great. She picked her phone back up and sent several messages in the streams chat, mostly grilling Eoin on ditching them in NY and asking where he was so she knew where to go to beat his ass. Which only garnered their fans enjoyment in the chat, as well as Eoin being the vague little asshole that he was. She sneered at her phone before leaving the stream and dialed up one of the local chinese places down the street, and ordered in some food which surprisingly didn't take very long as she heard a knock on the door barely thirty minutes later.

Erin answered the door, tipped the delivery guy forty bucks, took the food and closed the door. She plopped the deliivery bag on the counter-top in the kitchen, taking out two different meals, which consisted of two boxes of fried rice, noodles, and chicken and sauce. She picked up the bag and made her way over to Stevie and Kasper, "Remember that you assholes love me. I got you dickheads food." she grumbled, still barely half awake and handed the guys the bag which contained a still decent amount of food boxes and containers. She picked up the containers she placed on the counter-top and made her way back to the bedroom, but not before getting a few beers out of the fridge. Closing the door behind her with her foot, Erin made her way over to the bed, placing the food on the bedside table. She turned to the woman who was somehow still asleep and smirked, gentle shaking her shoulder, "Morning, sleepy-head. Got some food, and Eoin apparently dipped to god knows where, so...Yeah. That's how this day is going. As if things couldn't be any fuckin' worse." she mumbled, grabbing the food and passed it to Hailee. Who simply smiled as she watched her friend climb back into bed. "I mean, it's Eoin. What do you expect?" Hailee joked.

Erin rolled her eyes as she was passed her portion of the food, "I don't know anymore, honestly. Maybe less of an ass?" she questioned, before taking a few bites of her food. "But I do know, that we have two god damn days before we leave for this damn festival, and if he makes it any harder than it has to be, I may actually kill him this time." Erin stated plainly with a mouthful of food. Hailee chuckled as she turned to look at Erin, and gently kissed the platinum blonde on the cheek, "Oh please. You've threatened to kill him and the other boys countless times. I'm finally starting to question your commitment, Erin." she chuckled. Erin rolled her eyes as a sigh escaped her lips, "You're one to talk. You've threatened to kill me countless times." Erin mumbled between mouth-fulls of noodles and chicken. Hailee couldn't help but allow a grin to form on her face as she ate silently. Erin raised an eyebrow in question, before her eyes widened. "You're fucking disgusting!" Erin exclaimed, playfully pushing Hailee over. "Oh please. Not like you weren't thinking the same thing, Erin." Erin rolled her eyes as she shook her head, "it's a good thing I like you. Now just, fucking eat the food I got you, we got shit to do today, until Eoin who...where who the fuck knows he is, is making us handle alone. Asshole." They still had two days to figure shit out until they headed out for this festival. They had time to figure shit out, as well as find their band leader....Right?





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ImageHe supposed he couldn't hold anyone accountable for this breakup, though it probably could have gone better. He'd been so excited about touring in Europe, stoked to be traveling somewhere outside the US and playing music to brand new ears that he'd neglected to mention to Toby any information on the plans. This one had lasted a week, 168 hours filled with sweaty bedsheets, Jameson in coffee mugs, and blackout curtains so they could smother themselves in a cocoon of bliss and fucking.

Kasper had been at Toby's house for the duration of their relationship, only leaving for band practice and to pack his meager selection of loose white tees and skinny jeans for tour. It hadn't been like Toby was grilling him for information, though that was probably because his mouth had been too busy doing other things. So last night when his google calendar pinged him a reminder for their flight information and Toby had seen, the conversation hadn't gone well. He may have made plans with the guy for the following week, he may have promised to be his date to a wedding in two. Kasper'd tried to explain that he'd just been wrapped up in how well they fit together and had forgotten that he'd be gone on a European tour for the remainder of the summer- the whole conversation had resulted in him standing mostly naked outside a slamming apartment door with his clothes and boots in his hands.

He'd handled that by going to the closest dive bar, getting shit face drunk, and jerking off the hottest blonde he could find in the graffiti-covered bathroom. He remembered making promises in hushed tones into a sweaty neck, he remembered saying his number somewhat correctly, and he remembered deciding that he should walk home instead of calling an Lyft. Usually, shitty nights like that resulted in him crawling into one of his bandmate's rooms, either vying for a warm body to grab onto or at least the floor next to one. Instead, he'd fallen face-first on the couch and crashed hard.

Kasper woke up to a welcome weight and hot breath on his neck, the groan that escaped him blooming from his instant killer hangover. Stevie was whispering something about overdosing, or at least a bed to do that in and Kasper's head hurt so much he didn't hate the idea. As a reply Kasper pulled Stevie in front of him and rotated against the back of the couch, hiding his face between thin shoulder blades and mumbling something about a raging lesbian bull in the room.

Said bull was loudly complaining about shit he didn't have the mental bandwidth for- no one here ever pretended to have the ability to control Eoin and he didn't know why they were surprised by the shit he pulled. Erin quieted down after that, or the pulsing in Kasper's ears from his headache was too loud for him to hear her over. Either way, Stevie wasn't moving from the spot he'd been forced into and that was really all Kas cared about at the moment. He was sort of serving like a heat pack to a body that felt pummeled inside and out- but Stevie was pretty used to Kasper's clingyness when he looked and smelled like he'd bathed in whiskey.

He must have fallen asleep cause next thing he knew was the sweet, delicious smell of grease and noodles and heaven. Erin was already out of the room by the time he'd managed his eyes open, but still called out a "I'll love you forever" anyway. She knew, he wasn't worried. Most mornings her boys weren't even functional till she wisped in and magicked the coffee into being.

Stevie was already breaking his cheap chopsticks in half, the chinese food in front of them making Kasper want to throw up and eat the entire bag at once. Kas grabbed his own utensils and twirled the biggest messy bite out othe nearest takeout container, still reclined back against his couch sanctuary as he shoveled the noodles into his mouth.

The food was what he needed. Maybe also a PBR to quell the headache, but for now this would do.

"So... Eoin took off?" He mumbled around another bite, "You guys actin' like that's a shock. He'll probably show up at the airport irritated that you guys are freaking out or some shit. Or maybe he's dead in a ditch somewhere" Kasper adjusted his spot on the couch, sitting up so he could be closer to the takeout and therefore could more efficiently shovel food into his mouth.

"Toby broke up with me" He announced morosely, his tone signaling that Kasper thought that was much worse than their singer disappearing right before a huge tour, "I forgot to tell him we were leaving I guess. But, you know, we probably work if he'd tried"

Stevie had a mouthfull of food when Kas looked up at him for a reply. The bassist cast him a look, snorted, and swallowed his mouthful of noodles. "Sure Kas. If Toby tried"

Kasper glared back at him as he slurped a noodle into his mouth, "Listen no one ever faults me for not trying. Its probably better im single for Europe anyway so I guess fuck it"

"Sooooo, should I start calling hospitals are somethin'? Give the police his description in case a body turns up?"

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Eoin lay on the leather sofa in the waiting room when his bandmates burst through the room. He could vaguely hear them in his sleep, somewhat conscious of the smell of leather, music instruments, and cheap beer that they brought along with them. He could hear their shouts of recognition, sense their touches and shoves. But his dream had him too deep in its grasp. Or the remnants of it anyway.

He could not tell whether he was still asleep or not, but the images behind his eyes made him doubt awareness.
Eoin was in the Underworld. He was a shade, something minute compared to the great creatures that surrounded him. He was in a dungeon. He was fighting, struggling. There was a deity beside him, a son of Hades and a minor goddess. Was he the god of compassion? Or maybe he was the god of torture because he protected and looked at Eoin with Stevie’s wanderlust eyes.

This deity version of Stevie had all of his beauty with none of his light. The Underworld cloaked him in dark grays and stone shades. The blush of his cheeks, the painted sunburns and flower stickers, gone beneath a smear of alabaster.
“Father!” dream-god Stevie shouted.

He caged Eoin against the dungeon wall, pressing him hard between the sharp stones and his body. A massive shadow grew and grew, the form Hades preferred in this ghastly nightmare. It consumed everything, cloaking it in impenetrable darkness. Eoin watched as his body became nothing more than burned bones.

Burned bones...burned bones…

That image, a charred body behind a celestial creature, made him open his eyes.

His band loitered around, half ignoring him, half wanting to pounce him with murderous intent. Eoin said nothing. His breath was shaking, and his hands felt sticky gross. He reached for the bottle of beer that he’d left on the floor beside him. He stopped when he spotted it on Stevie’s hand, going directly to his lips.

God-like his ass. The kid was nothing but a beer stealing punk.

“That has a laxative in it,” Eoin said. “European food constipates me.”

He sat back and watched chaos ensue.

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The night Eoin had up and disappeared Stevie had nearly taken Kas up on his offer to start calling hospitals, but when he'd finally dragged himself into the shower, the hot water had revealed a note in the mirror - Amsterdam. He'd left them like a jackass, couldn't answer their calls or talk to any of them like a normal person, but at least he was technically where he was supposed to be.

It made his life easier but only marginally. He found their paperwork, visas, everything they actually needed tucked neatly away in a messenger bag Eoin had left in Stevie's suitcase. He managed to get them through the airports, customs, and in a cab (and when he pointed out the condoms in the back with a wink in Kasper's direction, he also managed to ignore Erin's eye roll) that led them straight to their missing leader.

Stevie had been the first to push at Eoin's sleeping form, because as a group London State of Mind wasn't exactly quiet and he wanted to make sure he wasn't dead after all, but Eoin would come to the way Eoin did everything - whenever he wanted.

“That has a laxative in it.

"You're a fucking liar," Stevie said, not even sparing his friend a glance. He was sorting through their ID's so they could get through the security for Madness, and tossed Eoin his. "Or at least you better hope you are because sound checks will be a bitch without Lead. Get your ass up, we've got to check in."

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Madness was huge. He'd read online that the festival covered 78 acre's but he'd really had no idea how much land that was until he saw it. There were two giant stages, complete with large screens for the crowd who couldn't get up close, and what was probably a mile long tented area that would house food, drinks, general merch or other necessities. Outhouses covered the outer perimeter, and trailers were sat up for the bands to use between sets, to sell their merch, and to give interviews.

Stevie had never been in a place so fucking big, and people weren't even there yet. Just security, managers, and other musicians doing sound checks on stage.

"Jesus," he whispered as Eoin signed them in, handing back the passes they got with their face and band name on them. He recognized Alice and River not far from them, and gave a two finger salute in greeting. He'd known they were coming, just as he knew Davi and Dua would be there, but there were plenty of names he didn't recognize.

"How many people we expecting to show up?" he asked the guy with the clipboard who looked Important.

"200k or so, if last year was anything to go off of," the man answered, and Stevie felt like he might vomit.

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Erin Monaghan
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Erin didn't know what enraged her more when she and the other bandmates were told where their leader went. The fact he left for Amsterdam early, or left without saying a god damn word. Gonna fucking kill him, she thought to herself. Of course Eoin would pull some fucking stunt like this. He had a knack for pulling bullshit regardless, but even then it was a new low for him and she was going to let him hear it whenever they found him. Precisely with her hands around his neck. Would be a nice touch.

But all that really mattered was that within a few days, they were already boarding a plane for the Netherlands. Which only really involved Erin being on her phone with earbuds in, music blasting her eardrums out as she drowned out the other bandmates. If she wasn't allowed to get intoxicated, she'd replace that manner with music. There were few things that helped her headaches that the boys caused, and that wasn't drugs or well...Other finer things in life anyway. It was music. She barely noticed how fast time seemed to go by as she scrolled mindlessly through instagram, Twitter, and spent a lot time looking out the window as she sat next to the window seat, and Hailee sitting right next to her. And the boys well, she didn't care where they were. Not until Hailee ended up taking her phone away and left her with nothing to do until she was given back her phone. The landing could have been a little smoother but, they had finally made contact with the ground and that was all she cared about. One step closer to beating his ass, she thought for a moment. And it surprisingly didn't take very long to find their long lost leader. Passed out on a sofa in the waiting room.

Erin followed closely behind Stevie as they walked in, watching as the boys conversed as Eoin finally woke up, looking like absolute hell. "Welcome back to the land of the living, dickhead." she muttered, accepting the pass that Stevie was handing out. Of course Stevie was taking over for half of Eoin's work, Erin shook her head. "Thanks, Stevie." she said softly, before putting her earbuds back in, losing herself to the music for a bit longer as the band got in line and passed security. The venue was fucking massive and was like nothing Erin had ever seen before. She didn't know if it was the smell she got off of Eoin, or the alcohol they had, maybe both, but she felt a small pit form in her stomach for a moment. She never really played for this large of a crowd before. It was a weird mix of excitement and nerves that coursed through her veins.

It was only when she saw the man in charge of security mouth the words "200k" that she felt her legs give out for just a moment, before swiftly recovering as she felt Hailee support her. Managing to catch her for a brief moment. The two girls exchanging a small nod before continuing on, "Did he just say 200k?" Erin repeated. Feeling her throat close up for a moment. Cottonmouth was a bitch. "That is what the man said, 'Rin. You gonna be able to go out for this?" she heard Hailee tease. Erin groaned as she rolled her eyes, if they rolled anymore they'd be rolling out of her head. "Of course I am. Just...Didn't think the venue would be this massive. Jesus..." Erin looked around, trying her best if she could see any familiar faces, she doubted it. But she saw a few faces in the amassing groups of performing acts. River and Alice, who she gave a small nod and smile to; and plenty of others. Erin knew a few of their more 'friendly' acts had to be somewhere and she was admitedly excited to see them. But for now, she kept her cool and proceeded on with passing through security checks. She did have a reputation to uphold after all.



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Between the lingering effects of drugs and alcohol from the night before and dehydration, her head felt like it was filled with gravel. Every attempt to string together a thought was grating, never able to slip through the cracks. It’d grown to be the norm for Dua while they were on tour, it was the pace of the lifestyle. If she managed to get any sleep it was never longer than a few hours, always waking up as she cusped into sobriety.

Slowly she took stock of her situation, details slowly returning to her. They were in a hotel, the same one they’d been in for the last couple nights. Last night they’d played a gig for the European leg of their tour, tonight they played at the Festival. She slept with….her eyes drifted to the bed around her finding it empty – no one? Or they left.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, pushing herself upright.

“Davy!” Dua called out, propping herself up against the headboard.

“Look right next to you!” She yelled back.

Dua looked over to her nightstand where there was a glass of water and a mug of steaming coffee. She took the water, chugging it with desperation so that it spilled out over the sides and across her chest until it’s contents were gone. Slamming down the glass with satisfaction, she reached over for the coffee leaning back into the bed with contentment.

“Thank you!” Dua shouted through the door.

Davy turned up her music a louder, no longer concerned if it would wake up Dua. She’d already ordered room service for them, demolishing most of the French toast and strawberries with mascarpone. Davy never indulged enough to require too much of a recover time, not like Dua. She’d grown to love her morning routines from her skin care to her breakfast. It was essential when you were on the road to maintain some sort of routine, that bit of normalcy to keep you grounded.

“You have your bags packed already?” Dua asked as she walked into the room pulling over an oversized sweatshirt. She grabbed some pieces of fruit from the room service tray, sitting across from Davy with one leg tucked under her so that she could rest her elbow on her knee. Her sister was already made up, obviously waiting for Dua so they could leave.

“Ana already had it done by the time I woke up.”

“What an angel, that girl deserves a raise.” Dua laughed. The two shared an assistant but that term never gave her the credit she was due. Davy liked to think she was the one watching over Dua, Dua liked to think she watched over Davy - the reality was both of them would be babbling infants if Ana wasn’t around to take care of them.

“I was thinking,” Dua continued. “What if we swapped ‘Astrology Bitch’ with ‘Kinda a Girl’? We could keep the transition but I felt like at the show last night people had higher energy with Kinda a Girl. I don’t know if that song is more popular here or not - I guess I could ask someone the metrics but I don’t really have the energy or bandwidth to do that. I just think it’d be better to end that leg of the set hype so when we’re setting up for ‘Battle Me’, when people hear those first few notes they’ll be ready to - are you even listening to me???.”

Davy had already been sucked into her phone, her lips twisted upwards into a mischievous smirk. She watched intently as the number of likes rose on her image, a slew of comments building underneath it. There was only one person she was waiting to fall into her thirst trap however, Davy waiting for that username to show up in her notifications. She hadn’t even noticed Dua was talking to her until she heard her sister raise her voice, Davy looking up with a sheepish expression.

“Sorry,” Davy slid her phone back onto the table.

“Are you stalking Erin’s page again? You two are obviously into each other, even your fans ship it. Why do you keep playing coy?” Dua rolled her eyes, walking into the bathroom to run the shower.

“Not that I expect you to understand anything beyond instant gratification, but the chase can be just as fun as the catch.” Davy’s words were drowned out by the sound of the shower. She didn’t need to hear her younger sister, she knew her well enough to guess what was said. Something mildly insulting most assuredly. She closed the door behind her and stepped into the shower.

“Hurry up!” Davy hollered through the door only moments after.

“I literally only just rinsed the shampoo from my hair, can you chill?” Dua shouted over the water, making no effort to rush herself. They weren’t going on until late afternoon, sure it was fun to arrive early and hang out with the others - but there was always the afterparty. Pippa’s face flashed in her mind, Dua suppressing her smile even if no one else was around to see it.

“Trina just texted me, Pitchfork just asked if we could squeeze in an interview one hour from now.”

“Fuck,” Dua mumbled to herself before shouting back. “Okay - I’ll be right out!”

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“Oof, that was rough.” Dua scratched the back of her neck and Davy and she pulled themselves into the backseat of their ride.

“It wasn’t so bad.” Davy lied, linking her arm through Dua’s.

“They’re going to think I need therapy.”

“I mean - you do.”

“Shut up.” Dua flicked Davy’s nose, the two sinking into their seat. They both pulled out their phones, each taking the opportunity to dissociate and slip into their virtual lives. Davy checked her instagram again to see if Erin had liked her photo yet. Dua sent out a couple texts to Jasper and Pippa asking when they’d be at the festival.

The festival had become like some horny summer camp for the artists. It was toxic and exhausting and exhilarating and hilarious all at once. London State of Mind seemed to be at the center of it all, the band collectively seemed to be fucking the whole roster - or at least from the outside looking in. The fans loved it, steadily stocking the instagrams of the stars piecing together the puzzle. They got more right than people gave them credit for, much to the industry’s chagrin.

“Here we are.” Said their chauffeur from the front seat after a while, the two looking out the window. The guards waved their driver through the side entrance, rolling into the lot for artists and staff. Davy squeezed Dua’s arm in excitement, the two looking at each other with a shit-eating grin. As many shows as they performed, it never stopped being exciting.

“Oh look, London State of Mind is here!” Davy said, pointing to Eoin and Stevie in the distance. Dua nudged Davy knowingly, letting the implication lay between them wordlessly. They both knew who Davy was really excited for.

“Come on - let’s catch up.” Dua teased, grabbing Davy’s hand and pulling her out of the car. Ana had already coordinated the set up of their trailer and equipment, it was all smooth sailing from here until they were due to go on. Might as well have fun in the meantime. Dua jogged after the band, dragging a semi-reluctant Davy behind her. As they approached Stevie and Eion, Erin and Jasper came into their line of sight. Davy squeezed Dua’s hand reflexively, trying to slow them down. The last thing she wanted to express was further interest. Dua rolled her eyes, waving her free arm and shouting after the group. “Hey - wait up!”