Pasta's gone, shirt won the mirror argument, and there's exactly one rum cola standing between me and the door — Edward and Loidis don't start without me tonight. Tell me I look like trouble.
Pasta's gone, shirt won the mirror argument, and there's exactly one rum cola standing between me and the door — Edward and Loidis don't start without me tonight. Tell me I look like trouble.
Fresh out of the shower and the only production decision left before Edward and Loidis is how much I actually bother wearing tonight. Come dress me — or talk me out of it.
Two Fuse nights in a row start tomorrow and I'm officially in preservation mode — which apparently means long showers and very short towels. Help me decide how much energy to save for Saturday.
Loidis and Edward take over Fuse on Friday and until then this track and I are locked in the studio together. It's freezing in here but I work better half-dressed — come warm up the chair next to me?
Candid late-night snapshot of Haru caught mid-yawn in a cluttered kitchen, no posing.
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Bovenste opmerkingRødhad playing all night long at Fuse on Saturday and my whole week just rearranged itself around it. Until then the studio owns me — tell me you're keeping my spot warm at the front.
Halloween is officially scraped off my face and the candy didn't survive the night either. But twenty years of Klockworks with Ben Klock and DVS1 at Fuse just gave November a purpose. Two weeks of behaving starts now — hold me to it?
Luke Slater is doing exactly what I knew he'd do to this room and my shirt lost the fight somewhere in the second hour. Standing here in the corridor catching my breath — you'd press yourself against me right now, wouldn't you.
Costume crisis solved — Luke Slater at C12 wins tonight, black shirt, no plan B. Tell me I chose right.
Fuse is dark tonight, so the night before Halloween is just me, the kitchen, and a bag of candy I swore I was saving for tomorrow. Sugar first, costume second — come steal a piece?