@kindfair (jonah) said ‘the real story isn’t half as pretty as the one you’ve heard.’
there’s a lump in her throat as she looks to her husband, once so full of life and love. . . now utterly beaten down by whatever he was harbouring inside. she’d tried to be gentle in easing him to open up to her, to understand even the smallest amount of what she would catch him silently worrying over, what she knew he had kept so tightly locked away in his heart and his mind. “jonah, i don’t care about what i’ve heard. . . i care about what you have to say, your truth.”
she knows she has to be careful not to push too much to not run the risk of him closing up completely, knows her husband well enough to understand that they walked a fine line when it came to opening up about both of their pasts. “i want to hear it from you, honey. i don’t care what anyone else has to say.”
birdie had been lucky enough to have a front row seat to witness the rise of daisy jones, watching how she’d gone from strength to strength like she thoroughly deserved. birdie had known that it hadn’t been without struggle, always seeing a glimpse of her own insecurities in daisy. they were two women in an industry overrun by men, down to the record executives and their fellow artists in which they were battling on the billboard. they were alike in more ways than anyone would realise, an intense kinship that the two of them silently shared. it’s only now dawning on birdie that for as long as she’d witnessed daisy’s struggles, she never thought she would be one to follow in her footsteps.
imposter syndrome had long ran rampant through her mind, never quite believing that she deserved all that she had worked so hard for. whether daisy would admit it or not, she had a feeling she would feel the same way. “god, i don’t know dais. . . sometimes it just feels like it’s slipping though my fingertips and there’s nothing i can do to stop it. do you ever feel like that?”
@dunnewithyou said “i must say you do look familiar.”
birdie didn’t know when she’d reached the age that she would be invited to a party celebrating the golden days of runner records, but here she was. it had been twenty years since the release of her first album, and she was one of the artists being celebrated that very night — along with a few others, billy dunne being one of them. she can see the resemblance between him and julia, and she can’t help but smile at the girl in front of her. she looked just like her mother too, which pulled on her heart stings a little.
“i do? i supported your dads band a few times! maybe you’ve seen the photos. my husband, jonah produced a few of their albums too.” she nods towards the other side of the room, pointing out her husband who was deep in conversation with her father.
@kindfair (lisa) said “I don’t usually decide what I think about someone before I’ve even met them.”
birdie was no stranger to red carpets and premiers at this point, but that didn’t mean she could ever shake the nerves that practically consumed her when she attended these types of events. luckily enough she was a seasoned professional at putting on a brave face, flashing a bright smile for the cameras and her peers. the star of the night was lisa crowne, someone birdie had admired for years but had never gotten the chance to meet until now.
she’s beside her at the bar, their husbands deep in conversation somewhere close by. birdie’s nursing a cocktail in her hand, twirling the straw around in the liquid to keep her hands busy. “that’s honestly probably the best philosophy in this town..” she’s laughing softly, head tilting to the side as she figures out a way to say what she really wants to say. “but i have to admit i’ve admired you for a long time.”