chapter twelve,
ready for those flashing lights

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Nailea had finally finished in the studio with recording her brand new song, White Mustang. She had been working on it for a few months now and knew she was ready to give it to the fans.

"You ready?" Nicholas asked, holding his hand out for.

Nailea happily nodded, "Yeah."

As the two reach the exit, they could already hear the camera flashes clicking and the sound of paparazzi pushing against each other - so eager to see Nailea and Nicholas together.

It had been a month since their relationship had been posted publicly, which was scary for Nailea to accept since her last break up was so messy and the public got too much of an eye with it.

Despite the worry and fear, she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards Nicholas. She took his hand and took a deep breath, preparing herself for the chaos that waited outside.

As they stepped outside together, the cameras started flashing intensely and the paparazzi started shouting questions at them.

Nailea and Nicholas walked out of the studio hand in hand, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the horde of paparazzi waiting for them outside.

Flashbulbs went off constantly, almost blinding them with their brightness. Reporters shouted out questions and flashed a bunch of pictures.

"Nailea! Nailea!" One of the reporters called out her name.

Nailea glanced over at the reporter calling her name, trying to keep her cool in the chaotic moment.

Nicholas squeezed her hand reassuringly, giving her a supportive nod to reassure her that he was right there by her side.

The reporter continued to shout her name, trying to get her attention.

Nailea took a deep breath and approached the reporter, willing herself to say something.

"Yes?" she replied, trying to maintain a calm and collected demeanor despite the chaos all around her.

The reporter held a microphone up to her face and asked, "Nailea, how does it feel to finally release your new song, White Mustang?"

"It feels great," she said. "I've been working on it for a long time, and I'm really excited for everyone to hear it."

The reporter followed up, "What was the inspiration behind the song?"

Nailea hesitated for a moment, feeling her heart skip a beat. She knew that some people would read into the lyrics and question who she was singing about, but she wasn't ready yet to reveal who it was about. She hadn't told anymore who and why she had written the song about.

Nicholas, who stood beside her, could sense her discomfort. He could see the slight worry in her eyes and he knew exactly what she was thinking.

He gave her hand a subtle squeeze, his way of telepathically telling her, "It's okay if you don't want to answer that."

Nailea glanced at him, feeling comforted by his silent reassurance. She took a deep breath and looked back at the reporter.

"The inspiration behind the song is about my personal relationship I have and are in," she explained, not wanting to get into too much detail.

The reporter seemed a bit satisfied with her answer but was about to ask another question when a group of paparazzi suddenly shouted out "Nicholas, Nicholas!"

Both Nailea and Nicholas looked up at the mention of his name. Nicholas sighed, knowing what was coming next.

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After the rush of paparazzi, Nailea and Nicholas made it into the limousine. As they sighed in relief, Nicholas took her hand.

"Hey," He slowly spoke, "What is your song about- I never really asked."

Nailea looked up at him, a small smile forming on her lips. She was secretly hoping he wouldn't ask her that question, but at the same time, she knew it was bound to come up eventually.

"Well," she started, taking a deep breath. "It's about my last relationship."

Nicholas nodded in understanding, sensing that this might be a tough conversation. He held her hand, silently encouraging her to continue. Nailea took a minute to gather her thoughts, feeling both anxious and vulnerable. This was the first time she talked about her previous relationship with Nicholas.

"That relationship was... rocky, to say the least," she continued, her tone softer than usual.

She hesitated, preparing to go into the details. "I had an ex-boyfriend who was physically and emotionally draining."

Nicholas squeezed her hand gently, his eyes filled with empathy. He knew that it wasn't easy for her to open up about something so personal.

"But now, I am in a wonderful, healthy relationship with the man of my dreams." Nailea changed the subject, not wanting to cry.

Nicholas's brought her hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.

"You know... I'm glad your last relationship didn't work out," he confessed.

Nailea chuckled, surprised by his boldness. "Oh really? Why's that?"

Nicholas slyly smirked. "Because if your last relationship worked out, I wouldn't have you all to myself now."

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EVERYONE please do not hate on me for making nailea be the singer / creator of white mustang 🥲‼️ i love lana with my whole heart and would never do her dirty but for this fic - ive chosen nai to sing it.

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