Fics like your stories (all twisted up in mine)

The lights are bright and a pure, dazzling white; Jackie’s voice drips honey; the beat thumps on, light drum hits and hi-hats; her midriff is smooth and visible above the belt loops of her low-waisted blue jeans; the young girls in the crowd squeal as she sways innocently in front of them; and Shauna is one bass strum away from snapping. But in Nat’s darkened pupils, recognition lingers, long, defiant and impossibly persistent: “I know that’s not the kind of music you want to make.” Or: It’s 2005, and Honey Atomic are going through a bit of a sophomore slump. Golden girls who charmed the world with innocence and bubblegum are waning in a market that wants edge. And worse have it, their bassist Shauna is seriously crashing out, harboring secrets and resentment from her childhood best friend, and the band’s lead singer, Jackie, and drummer Taissa, and masses of fans who suddenly seem like they would really care to know. That’s until she meets Nat, lead singer and guitarist of a new feminist punk band that makes every manager in the pop world cry. Nat doesn’t pretend she’s not crashing out. And Shauna can't stop looking at her.

Fics like your stories (all twisted up in mine)

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