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If I was a fly on the wall of your life
I'd be so bored I would pray every day I could die
So I wouldn't hear my name on your tongue
Like the lies that you're throwing in my face
My face
Gakane was not nervous.
Being nervous would mean that he wasn’t supporting Kanna in her endeavor to utterly ruin Yuder’s shitty boss.
He just wasn’t entirely sure if the two had thought this idea through. Kanna tended to be the most rational out of the three of them, having both social competence and grace to manage her way through particularly challenging conversations.
However.
Kanna was currently about a vodka bottle down the irrationality hole and Yuder had finally reached his breaking point, which was good, that fucker Katchian had abused Yuder’s talent for far too long without giving credit where it’s due.
However.
The song Yuder had thrown together over the course of their drinking was not giving fuck my asshole boss, here’s my two weeks’ notice. He’d tried telling Kanna and Yuder, but Yuder wrote amazing love songs capturing the hearts of millions claiming they were just about a guy who used to tutor him when he was still in middle school and not at all romantic.
And Kanna was too blinded by revenge to see what monster they were creating.
“Done,” Kanna said and stepped away from her masterpiece.
You had to hand it to her, graphic design was her passion, and a skill easily transferable to dressing people.
Usually, Yuder looked like he was on his way to a gym and missing at least four hours of sleep, but now he was, dare Gakane think it, actually kind of attractive. Eyeliner had turned Yuder’s already intense gaze even sharper. His hair was carefully styled so that it didn’t look like he’d avoided cutting it for half a year. Silver chains and earrings made his face look awfully pretty. Instead of baggy shirts and basketball shorts, Kanna had put Yuder in ripped jeans and a crop top, both liberated from Katchian’s wardrobe, and hung a couple more chains from them to match the other jewelry. The pants had silver threading along the left leg, spelling out stolen lyrics while the crop top showed a bisected sun.
“Aren’t those from the Spilled Light tour?” Gakane asked, squinting.
They’d looked more cute on Katchian, than dangerous or – heaven forgive him for thinking that about his best friend – sexy as they did on Yuder.
“We’re taking everything back!” Kanna shouted and gave them a thumbs up. “Gakane, do you have the camera ready?”
“Aren’t we trespassing?”
Yuder only shrugged. “He said I can use whatever I want to write a hit.”
Well, there was no arguing about that.
I'm getting sick of being nice
You hurt me every single time
Well, if you're gonna say goodbye
Nion_Lights: who is the hottie having a very messy online break up with ka!chian
sun.z.messy: holy shit that’s yuder aile
Nion_Lights: who?
sun.z.messy: World famous classically trained violin child prodigy????
Nion_Lights: k. thx. why is the world famous classically trained violin child prodigy yuder aile having a messy online break up with ka!chian.
cy.queen.reigns: better question. why is he outdoing pretty boy pop singer ka!chian at his own game lol
ohseeme: is this filmed in ka!chian’s house??????
Fuck it, I'll get famous out of spite
I'll make it overnight
Be starring in the movies
Just to make you cry
“Isn’t this the boy you used to babysat?”
Keilusa did not even give Kishiar a moment to recover before shoving his phone in Kishiar’s face. The video playing on it already had more clicks and comments than anything posted eight hours ago should have, but Kishiar was quickly distracted by the actual singing in it.
And the singer.
Kishiar remembered Yuder Aile only in two outfits – casual sports clothes with a bunch of holes from running around and climbing trees, and the formal suits he’d wear for his performances on stage. Yuder had never been particularly interested in music, picking up the violin only because his grandfather suggested he learn it. His attitude of utter disinterest mixed with some inherent skill and a work ethic that put everyone around him to shame hadn’t garnered him any friends. Kishiar had thought it was fun to tease him and learn what could win him one of the boy’s few smiles.
Yuder had stopped going to competitions after his grandfather died and Kishiar had fallen sick around the same time, so they’d never reconnected.
“It is,” Kishiar told his brother and hit replay.
Yuder looked at the camera as though he was singing to the person on the other end of the screen.
Kishiar swallowed.
That was entirely too much eye contact.
Baby, I'll be in your dreams
And every magazine
Go tell everyone you knew me
They'll say "OMG"
Damn, you fumbled the bag
Mick stared at Yuder Aile as though the other man had grown a second head. “You are aware that this contract is far beyond what other entertainment companies would offer, right?”
Kishiar had gone as far as giving Mick a whole list of concessions they’d make just to sign Yuder Aile. The dark-haired singer, however, seemed entirely unbothered by the already outrageous offer they were making him.
“I’m not a singer,” Yuder replied.
His agent – Mick actually wasn’t sure what the short brunette was, except that she had dragged Yuder inside the room – sighed.
“I’m a song writer,” Yuder continued. “I only performed spite myself because neither Kanna nor Gakane could sing it well enough.”
“But it was good,” Mick insisted. “You could make a career out of it.”
The song had no advertising, nothing. The YouTube channel it had been uploaded to was Yuder’s private one, which only followed nature documentary channels. Apparently, there were several private videos on it, but the account didn’t even have a following.
Now it already had millions. Sure, a lot of it came from how much the song targeted Ka!chian, wanting more on the drama, but plenty of people also just enjoyed the song.
Or Yuder’s abs.
Yuder pulled a face. “I don’t want to. I hate being on stage.”
Mick was going to kill Kishiar. “What do you want?”
“I’m glad you asked,” his agent intervened. “We want to sue Diarca entertainment for taking Yuder’s songs and publishing them without crediting him.”
That—well, that was a start. If Mick didn’t get a singer out of this, he was happy to take out the competition too.
“Tell me more, we have an excellent lawyer.”
Never gonna let you forget
I'mma be your biggest regret
Good luck getting me out of your life
I'll get famous out of spite, spite, spite, spite
Kanna had never been more satisfied with herself. They’d gotten everything they wanted out of the talk with Mick Shuden. The man had been horrified to learn just quite how many songs Yuder had written for various artists signed under Diarca Entertainment – artists who loudly proclaimed that they wrote everything themselves.
Now they were only waiting for the lawyer that would help them sort through their evidence.
Quicker than Kanna expected, the door opened and a tall and rather handsome man stepped inside the room. His hair was shockingly blond and his eyes a piercing red.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Kishiar la Orr. I’ll be the one helping you from here on.”
He smiled brilliantly and held out his hand for Kanna to shake. When he turned to face Yuder, Yuder didn’t even raise his hand to meet him.
Instead, her best friend squinted at Kishiar before some sort of realization dawned upon him.
“I wrote three albums about you,” Yuder blurted out, unfazed.
Kishiar paused. “I’m sorry?”
“Don’t be, they sold very well.”
Oh—wait—this was Yuder’s supposed muse from ten years ago!?