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ceoofsammonroe · 9 months ago

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Wake the Dead - Sam Monroe Smut

Summary: You meet Sam during his shift at the local video store on a search for something to make you feel alive and decide to drag him to the old cemetery.

Warnings: sexual acts in an open grave, mentions of murder, talk of the dead, handjob (Sam receiving), public sex, fingering (reader receiving), defiling a gravesite, smoking, reader is kinda “manic-pixie-dreamgirl” coded my bad.

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Sam Monroe hated his job.

Well, okay, maybe it wasn’t the worst in the world. He could’ve been made to wear a ridiculous uniform and flip burgers at the local diner down the street. Still, he wasn’t exactly thrilled to be restocking the same ten family movies all day every day.

Nobody ever came into the video store for anything interesting. It was always middle-aged moms with their whiny children, asking him where some shit Disney film was located while giving him disapproving glares.

Sure, maybe he always had vulgar music blaring through the speakers while some gory slasher played on the television, but what did they expect? He’d drive a stake through his own eye before he’d be forced to listen to some nonsensical bullshit about princesses and happily ever after.

The new Deftones record was his current pick, the music filling the silence of the vacant store as he leaned against the counter and sorted through the returns.

The excruciating sound of the bell above the door chimed through the grunge rock, making Sam cringe and curse underneath his breath. He didn’t even bother turning around as he mumbled, “We’re closing in five minutes.”

“Guess I’d better get to looking quickly, then,” you said, shrugging and smiling to yourself at the grumpy store clerk. You could only see the back of him, but he piqued your interest.

The sound of your melodic voice made Sam’s ears perk up and he finally turned around. His eyes widened a bit at the sight of you, not expecting to see someone his age. Especially not someone so pretty.

Your eyes traveled over the length of him as he turned to face you. He was cute — in that “I’m a total punk” kind of way.

Sam’s throat felt scratchy as he swallowed, his tongue fiddling with his labret piercing. He quickly turned down the music, giving you a sheepish half-smile.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably as a flush creeped up his neck and said, “Yeah, I guess so. I can help you search for something. We have a pretty big selection, though, so you might have to narrow it down a bit.”

His eyes scanned the length of you, hoping against hope that you wouldn’t ask him for the romance section or something equally as disgusting. He knew you’d never been in this store before, at least not when he’d been working. He definitely would’ve remembered you.

“I’m looking for a good scare,” you said, hooking your thumbs through your belt loops as you grinned at him. “Something to really get your pulse racing, ya know?”

Sam’s eyes lit up with excitement as he beamed at you. You were hot and into horror? He nearly came in his pants right then and there.

“Well, the horror section is right over there,” he said, pointing over to the corner. “You like found footage? I’d recommend that if you wanna get a decent scare. Unscripted, unedited, pretty terrifying.”

“Ah, so you’re a Blair Witch kinda guy, huh?” you asked, your lips quirking up in amusement. “Good to know.”

Sam’s grin grew as he nodded and said, “The Blair Witch Project was groundbreaking for its genre. It really had the entire population convinced that they were watching these kids die right in front of their eyes.” He leaned forward against the counter, trying to play it cool as he added, “I’m Sam, by the way. Sam Monroe.”

“Nice to meet you, Sam Monroe,” you grinned, repeating his full name.

You couldn’t help but notice the soft blush on his face that brought out the bright blue of his eyes. The color nearly matched the vibrant streak in his black hair. He had the whole look going for him — the eyeshadow, the painted nails, the clunky rings.

Sam felt flustered under your gaze, shifting nervously as he asked, “So, you got a favorite horror flick, or is this your first time diving into the abyss?”

You smirked and said, “Ironically, considering your whole ‘what’s your favorite scary movie’ question, I’m a sucker for a good slasher. Scream, to be exact.”

“Scream, huh? Classic. You’ve got good taste,” he said, raising an impressed brow. He pushed off the counter, walking around to stand next to you. “Let me show you some of my favorites, then.” He walked toward the horror section, gesturing for you to follow. “You’ve got your classics like Nightmare on Elm Street and Halloween. Oh, but one of my favorites would have to be Saw. There’s something about the torture and games that just gets me.”

Sam’s hands gestured wildly as he spoke, his excitement evident in his eyes. His heart raced, both from his love of horror and from being so close to you. He searched one of the shelves before deftly flicking one of the cases out and holding it up for you.

“The original Texas Chainsaw Massacre,” he said, presenting it to you. “This one’s something else. Give it a watch. It’ll make your skin crawl.”

You stuffed your hands in your back pockets, shrugging coyly as you stepped closer to him.

“I saw the 25th Anniversary in theaters,” you smirked, beaming proudly.

Sam’s eyes widened and he whistled, impressed.

“Damn, you’re a true horror fan,” he nodded.

He nervously licked his dry lips, trying to think of something to say next.

“So, what do you think? Are you gonna pick up any of these tonight, or should I recommend something else?” Sam asked, his eyes searching your face as he hoped to find interest in his suggestions.

You leaned closer toward him, glancing down at his lips before grinning and reaching around him to grab a movie from the shelf.

Sam’s breath hitched, his eyes flickering down to your lips before following your gaze to the movie you pulled.

You held up a copy of Creep, waving it back and forth.

“Found footage, right?” you winked, turning around to walk back to the counter.

“Found footage, exactly,” he croaked out, releasing a shaky breath. “Good choice.”

He quickly followed after you, going back around the counter to ring you up. His fingers fumbled clumsily on the keyboard as he said, “Your total comes out to $4.50.” He took the money and handed you the bag with the movie inside. “If, uh, if you ever need more recommendations or anything, just let me know. I’ll be around.” He licked his lips, giving you a small smile as he added, “It was nice meeting you.”

You took the bag from him, letting your fingers brush against his as you did. You nodded with a smile and said, “You, too, Sam Monroe.”

You turned around and began walking toward the door, but you stopped short. You shifted back toward him, gazing at him curiously.

You cocked your head and asked, “You wanna get out of here?”

Sam’s eyes widened as his throat went dry. He nodded, vehemently, and said, “Uh, yeah. Sure.” He glanced up at the clock, grinning sheepishly. “We’re technically closed now, anyways.” His grin grew as he stepped away from the counter. “Just give me a second to lock everything up.”

You nodded and walked outside, leaning against the hood of his car as you lit a cigarette. You took a drag and exhaled the smoke into the air, leaning your head back with a sigh.

Sam quickly locked up, the bell above the door jingling as he stepped outside. He caught the sight of you sitting on the hood of his car, cigarette in hand, and thought he must be dreaming.

He walked over, his gaze drawn to your lips as he asked, “You smoke?”

You opened your eyes, gazing up at him as you blew a puff of smoke in his direction.

“No,” you grinned, bringing the cigarette back to your lips to take another drag.

Sam’s lips curved into a grin and he raised a brow as he said, “Liar.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing your face as he took the cigarette from your lips. He brought it to his mouth, taking a long drag before exhaling and handing it back.

“So, what do you want to do?” Sam asked, moving to lean on the hood next to you. “I know a few bars that are still open.”

“Bars are boring, Sam Monroe,” you groaned, dramatically, throwing your head back. You inhaled the smoke again, releasing it in a sigh as you looked up at the full moon. “Why do you think I showed up here tonight?”

Sam chuckled, shaking his head in confusion as he answered, “Because you wanted to rent a horror movie?”

He took another drag from the cigarette, his curious gaze never leaving your face.

“That’s just the surface of it,” you told him, turning your head to face him. “I wanted something that could make me feel alive. I wanted to feel a spike of adrenaline, to get my pulse racing. A horror movie is a quick, easy fix — but a night of spontaneity with a stranger? That’s the ultimate risk to take.”

Sam’s heart thudded in his chest, his mind racing as he stammered, “Y-you want to take a risk with me?” He swallowed, the cigarette forgotten between his fingers. “Where do you want to go?”

His eyes searched yours, trying to gauge your intentions, but the excitement bubbling within him was undeniable.

You grinned, taking the cigarette back from him and drawing in one final breath before putting it out with your foot against the pavement.

“C’mon, Sam Monroe,” you said, grabbing his keys out of his hand and walking to the driver’s side of his car. “I know just the place.”

Sam blinked in a daze as he watched you get into his car. He walked, dumbfounded, to the passenger seat, climbing in as he gazed at you.

“Lead the way,” he said, shrugging as he shook his head with a small laugh.

You flicked on the radio as you pulled out of the parking lot, a low grungy melody playing through the speakers.

“Tell me, Sam Monroe,” you began, reaching over to play with the rings on his fingers, “why do you like horror movies?”

Sam’s breath hitched and he glanced down at his hand. Your fingers felt soft against his skin and he cleared his throat as he glanced back up at the road.

“Horror movies are about more than just gore and jump scares. They’re about the human condition. They’re about fear itself, a primal state, and there’s something so raw and real about that.” He looked over at you a smile tugging at his lips. “The adrenaline, the suspense, the sense of danger…it’s all just an escape for me. A way to feel something real when everything else around me feels so fake.”

“Spoken like a tried and true broody punk,” you grinned, glancing over at him. “I get it, though. Sometimes you’ll do anything just to feel something.”

“I guess so,” he shrugged. “It’s better than feeling nothing, right?” He leaned back in his seat, watching the passing streetlights. “So, what about you? What gets your heart racing?”

“Picking up random strangers from sketchy video stores, obviously,” you joked, trailing your fingers up and down his arm.

Sam smiled, looking away as a blush tinged his cheeks.

“This place you’re taking me to,” he said, glancing back at you, “is it a secret or can I know where we’re going?”

“See for yourself,” you smirked, pulling off the road and parking the car. You turned the lights off and got out, walking around to where Sam stood by the passenger side. “C’mon, this way.”

You grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers through his as you led him through a small trail in the woods. As you walked through the clearing, a grin pulled at your lips at the sight of an old, dark cemetery.

Sam followed, his heart pounding as his eyes darted around the darkness. He swallowed thickly, squeezing your hand a little tighter as he stared up at the rusted gates, warily.

“A cemetery?” Sam questioned, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a deep breath before steeling himself and nodding. “Alright. I’ve never been one to turn down a dare.”

“That’s the spirit,” you grinned, tugging him further inside. You winked at him, pulling him closer to you as you whispered, “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you from the scary ghosts.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Sam smirked, feeling his heart stutter as he was pulled into you. “So, what do we do in a place like this?”

His eyes took in the graves, the headstones, the darkness encompassing you. He couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his spine as he leaned closer to you, seeking comfort.

You pulled out a small flashlight and turned it on, shining it on the headstones. You saw one that called to you and you drug him towards it, reading the engravings.

Sam followed, his eyes drawn to the flashlight beam. When you stopped at the grave, he crouched down to get a better look.

Mary Hester

1934-1976

“What do you think her story was?” you asked Sam, nudging his shoulder.

“Who knows?” Sam shrugged. “Maybe she was a victim of murder. Or maybe she was the killer,” he mused, a grin playing at his lips. He glanced up at you and asked, “Do you believe in ghosts?”

“Oh, absolutely,” you smirked, leaning forward to dust off the stone. “There’s no way that death is just a done deal, especially if you had unresolved dealings left on earth.”

Sam nodded, listening as he picked at some moss stuck in the writing.

“Besides,” you sighed, staring at the engraving, “if my entire life was reduced to a tiny dash between dates, I’d haunt the shit out of this world, too.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” he said, standing up and brushing off his jeans. “I guess we’ll never know until we reach the other side, huh?”

You laughed and shook your head, pulling him off to venture further through the old graves.

As you walked through the cemetery, occasionally stopping to check out the headstones, you kept spouting off different theories and stories of these lives past lived.

Your eyes widened as you saw a fresh pile of dirt near an open hole, and you pulled Sam toward it.

“Holy shit,” you gaped, looking down at the six-foot rectangular hole in the ground. “It’s a freshly dug grave.”

“That’s…that’s morbid,” Sam shivered, leaning closer as his curiosity got the best of him. “Do you think it’s for a new burial?” His grip tightened on your hand and he glanced around, his eyes flickering between the trees and the graves. “We should probably get out of here.”

“What’s wrong? Scared?” you teased, inching closer toward the grave. You shined your flashlight down into it, seeing nothing but dirt. “Relax, there’s nothing in it.”

“I’m not scared,” he scoffed, though his voice shook as he spoke. “I just don’t wanna get caught trespassing.”

He stepped closer, his eyes following yours as you shined the light into the grave. When he saw it was empty, he let out a sigh of relief and loosened his grip on your hand.

“Let’s go before someone sees us,” Sam said, tugging on your arm.

“Live a little, Sam Monroe,” you laughed, squeezing his hand playfully. “We’re not gonna get caught—”

You stopped mid-sentence, seeing the lights on a police car slowly patrolling the cemetery.

“Shit,” you cursed, smiling amusedly. “Spoke too soon, I guess. Hurry, let’s hide.”

You pulled him toward the vacant grave, crouching down before jumping into the hole.

Sam’s eyes widened, his heart racing wildly as he looked between the grave and the police car. He held his breath, squeezing his eyes shut as he jumped into the grave after you. You turned off the flashlight, bathing the two of you in darkness as you pulled him close to hide.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered. “I can’t believe we just did that. Do you think they’ll search the graves?”

“Not a chance,” you laughed, breathlessly, as you felt your adrenaline pumping. You placed your hand on his chest, grinning as you said, “You feel that? Feel how your heart is racing? It’s crazy. The irony of feeling so alive while standing in an open grave.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of exhilarating,” Sam breathed, his bright eyes never leaving yours. “Now what? Do we wait for the coast to be clear, or do we climb out and hope they don’t see us?”

You gazed up at him, biting your lip as you studied his face in the pale blue moonlight. You tugged on his arm, pulling him closer until his body was pressed against yours.

“Tell me, Sam Monroe,” you said, your voice low and playful. “Have you ever kissed someone in a cemetery?”

“Uh, can’t say I have,” he said, swallowing thickly as he released a shaky breath. His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips as he added, “I guess there’s a first time for everything, right?”

“Right you are, Sam Monroe,” you grinned, gripping the front of his shirt and pulling him down to you.

You pressed your lips against his in a steady, sure kiss, letting one hand trail up to the back of his head.

Sam’s lips met yours eagerly, his heart pounding in his chest. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him as the kiss deepened.

He moaned against your lips, the taste of you intoxicating him. He broke the kiss, his breath coming out in heavy pants.

“I think we should climb out of here,” he whispered. “We could get caught down here.”

“That’s half the fun,” you smirked, pushing him back against the wall of dirt and kissing him again.

You moved your hands underneath his shirt, feeling the taught skin of his abdomen as you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth.

Sam groaned, his lips parting as his mind grew hazy with lust. He didn’t protest any further, his body arching into your touch as he kissed you, hungrily.

You moved your hands up to his chest, kissing across his jaw. You nipped at his earlobe before trailing open-mouth kisses down his neck.

“What do you say, Sam Monroe?” you breathed, trailing your tongue along his pulse point. “Wanna defile a grave?”

Sam’s breath hitched and he bit his lip, gripping your hips tighter. He tilted his head back as you kissed his neck, breathing out a soft moan.

“I…I’ll defile a grave for you,” he nodded, swallowing thickly.

His body was trembling with adrenaline and desire. He wanted nothing more than for you to keep touching him, the fear of being caught a distant thought.

“Good,” you grinned, leaning forward to kiss him again.

You let your tongue push past his lips, exploring his mouth as a soft moan sounded from your throat. You pulled him away from the wall of dirt, turning the two of you around so that you were the one pressed against it.

Sam’s moan echoed your own as his hand roamed over your body, his tongue tangling with yours. He stumbled back, allowing you to turn the both of you around, his body following your lead.

“Kinda poetic, isn’t it?” you panted, breaking the kiss to look up at him. “Performing a ritual of fertilization in the place where the dead will be laid to rest?”

“I’m all for some poetic justice tonight,” he breathed, leaning in to claim your lips again.

You could feel your heart pumping as you kissed him, fueling that need for something to make you feel alive.

You bit down on his bottom lip, soothing it with your tongue as you slid your hand down over his jeans to cup his erection.

Sam gasped against your lips, a needy groan sounding from his throat as he pressed his hips into your hand.

You reached down and undid the button of his jeans, lowering the zipper and pushing the material down his thighs. You pulled him out of his boxers, slowly stroking him as you grinned at his impressive size.

Sam whimpered as he felt your soft hand wrap around him, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“Oh…” he moaned, dragging his teeth over his piercing as he looked at you with hooded eyes. “I need you.”

“Yeah?” you breathed, squeezing your fist around him as you stroked him faster. You swiped your thumb across his sensitive tip to gather the precum that had beaded there, causing him to hiss.

Sam’s hips bucked into your touch, his body trembling with desire. He gripped your hair, his head spinning with pleasure as he whispered, “Fuck, yes. Please.”

You used your free hand to guide his fingers to the button of your jeans, smirking at him as you continued to touch him. You leaned forward and kissed his neck again, sucking a sensitive spot until it left a deep purple mark against his pale skin.

His fingers fumbled with your jeans as you sucked on his neck, a groan escaping his lips as he tried to undress you.

“Touch me, Sam,” you panted, squeezing him tighter as you let your tongue trail up his neck, stopping to kiss the spot just beneath his ear.

“Anything for you,” he breathed, reaching his hand inside of your underwear to touch you. He moaned as his fingers made contact with your slick folds, brushing his lips against your ear as he whispered, “You’re so wet, fuck.”

You let out a soft moan into his ear, arching into his touch as he teased you. You grabbed his face and turned him back to you, kissing him with fervor as you stroked him.

“I guess cemeteries really do it for me,” you joked, laughing into the kiss.

“Mm, definitely,” he groaned, his hips bucking into your fist.

His fingers slid inside of you as his thumb stroked your clit, his free hand grabbing your leg and hiking it around his waist.

You whimpered, quietly, against his lips — his fingers striking all of the right chords. You used one hand to tug on his hair while the other moved faster over his length.

Sam moaned loudly, his breath hitching as his hips stuttered.

“Shh,” you grinned, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eyes. “You’ll wake the dead.”

“I don’t care about the dead right now,” he breathed, leaning in to kiss your neck as he curled his fingers inside of you.

You tilted your head back, moaning as you rocked your hips against his fingers. You held his head as you stroked him, twisting your fist over his tip each time.

Sam’s eyes rolled back as he moved his fingers faster, repeatedly brushing against that perfect spot inside of you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he whispered, “I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”

“Me too,” you whimpered, feeling that knot tightening in the pit of your stomach. The adrenaline was coursing through your veins, your heart racing as you chased the edge together. “Come with me. Let’s make these souls roll in their graves.”

“Fuck, yes, I’m right there,” he panted, moaning against you as he neared the precipice. He flicked his thumb in fast circles against your clit, his voice breaking off into a string of whimpers as his hips bucked. “I’m gonna…fuck.”

You pulled his head back, looking into his eyes as the band finally snapped. You clenched around his fingers just as his release spurted out of him and onto your hand. He voiced a strangled moan as he came, working you through your own high as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

You both milked every last drop from each other, your bodies sagging together as you came down.

Sam leaned against you, panting heavily as he rested his forehead against yours. You leaned back against the wall of dirt, grinning lazily as you said, “Well, that was a much better method of getting my heart racing.”

He trailed small kisses up your neck before kissing your lips softly as he whispered, “I’m glad I could make your heart race.”

You smirked up at him, bringing your hand up to your mouth to lick his release off of it. He watched with lust-blown eyes, biting his lip. You grabbed his hand, pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them up to your lips as well. You opened your mouth, sucking around them and moaning at the taste.

You pulled him into another kiss, letting him taste your combined flavor on your tongue. He groaned into your mouth, pulling you close to him.

You broke the kiss, glancing up out of the grave.

“I think the cops are gone now,” you giggled, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Good,” he grinned, laughing softly. “Let’s get out of here.”

He gave you a boost before climbing out as well, the both of you brushing the dirt off and adjusting your clothes. You walked back through the trail in the woods hand in hand, strolling peacefully in the moonlight.

When you got back to his car, you tossed him his keys back with a grin and got into the passenger side. He laced his fingers with yours as he drove back toward the video store, occasionally bringing the back of your hand up to his lips.

“This has got to be the strangest night I’ve ever had,” he laughed, softly.

“You’ll never forget it, though, will you?” you grinned, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

Sam shook his head, smiling as he said, “Never.”

He pulled back into the parking lot of the store, dimly lit by the flickering sign. He parked the car, turning toward you with a tender look.

You leaned forward and softly whispered, “Thanks for making me feel alive, Sam Monroe.”

His eyes fluttered shut as he felt your lips press against his.

“Anytime,” he whispered. “Can I get your name—?”

He opened his eyes, but you were no longer there. He glanced around, frantically, trying to see where you could’ve gone.

It was only then that he realized that his car had been the only one in the parking lot the entire night.

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untilwefind · 5 days ago

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On the Record, Off the Script

Just a little something that was bouncing around in my head last night after watching the whole Chipotle media spot from the 2025 Draft.

Summary: Will Smith isn't the story tonight. He’s just a sponsor guest this year, Mack’s the star this time. But when their eyes meet backstage, the cameras catch something bigger than hockey—relief, love, and the quiet collapse of holding it all in too long.

Will’s been on camera for twenty minutes and hasn’t heard a single word of the last two interviews.

He’s nodding, grinning at all the right moments, tossing a casual “that’s huge, man” toward a random hockey influencer who’s still vibrating in his seat, and pretending he’s not acutely aware of the seconds crawling toward 7:43 p.m.

That’s the timestamp Will Smith has circled on the run-of-show schedule in his back pocket. The moment the Sharks are expected to officially announce what everyone already knows.

Macklin Celebrini. First overall.

His boyfriend. His rival. His goddamn future.

Zeev’s in the middle of answering something about offseason training and b-roll routines, but Will’s brain is miles away. Tracing every second down to the moment the Sharks logo flashes up and the commissioner steps to the mic.

Zeev glances sideways, then back at the host. “Yeah, and obviously training in Denver was—uh—yeah. It was great,” he says, before ducking his mic low and whispering, “You’re not blinking. Are you breathing?”

Will doesn’t answer.

Zeev follows his gaze to the monitor offstage, where the NHL Draft broadcast is a few seconds ahead of the live arena feed. The commissioner is already walking to the podium. The audience is rising.

“Hey,” Zeev nudges. “Your boy’s goin’ to the Tank. We already know.”

Will’s laugh breaks out sharp and breathless. He clutches the mic to his chest for a second and then nods, eyes wide and unblinking.

“Yeah,” he says softly. “Yeah, he is.”

Zeev snorts. “Jesus. You’re worse than his mom.”

Will doesn’t respond. His jaw’s tight with how hard he’s clenching it—not from nerves, but from trying not to smile.Because it’s coming. The moment they’ve talked about in whispers since preseason. The thing they couldn’t say out loud in dorm rooms or locker rooms or team hotels.

Pick three wraps. The Sharks are on the clock.

The Chipotle host is saying something, maybe about Will’s rookie year plans, maybe about burritos. Will doesn’t register any of it.

The monitor flickers. The Sharks logo pulses blue. Then the commissioner steps to the podium, crisp and composed.

“With the first overall selection in the 2024 NHL Draft, the San Jose Sharks are very proud to select, from Boston University…”

Will’s heart slams against his ribs.

“…Macklin Celebrini.”

The crowd on-screen roars.

It’s surreal, watching it happen from the backstage lounge, sandwiched between corporate sponsor banners and warm Chipotle burritos under studio lights. He should be out there. He should be screaming.

Instead, he presses a trembling hand to his lips as the camera catches Mack’s tight smile and measured nod, his family wrapping him in hugs while flashes go off in every direction.

Will’s already grinning, but it gets brighter, sharper, full-toothed and unstoppable. He doesn’t realize he’s standing until Zeev quietly swats him back down.

The studio claps politely. The host says something about how exciting it is. The monitor keeps rolling. Mack in hugs, Mack in motion, Mack disappearing behind the curtain toward the backstage media gauntlet.

Will doesn’t move.

He just watches. Beaming.

And somewhere under the lights, through the noise, his hands start to shake.

Because it’s real now. Macklin Celebrini. First overall. Shark.

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Twenty seven minutes. That's how long the producers tell them it will take Mack to make his way through the media gauntlet and to the Chipotle studio. Will has survived entire Frozen Four overtimes with less adrenaline than he’s riding now.

He tries to focus. Tries to give something resembling a real response to the next question tossed his way by the bubbly blonde host, who clearly wasn’t expecting actual players to get emotionally compromised in the Chipotle Lounge.

By the time Mack finally walks in, Will doesn’t see the cameras anymore.

He only sees him.

Mack walks in like he’s holding his breath.

He’s still in the Sharks jersey. Still wearing the draft hat that fits slightly too snug over his head. His cheeks are pink from the cameras, his collar askew, and his eyes go straight to Will like they’ve been searching for him through a hundred interviews and still didn’t believe he’d be here.

Will sees the exact second Mack breaks.

The moment their eyes meet, just a few feet of polished studio floor between them, Mack’s breath visibly catches. His mouth trembles. His chin crumples. He stumbles forward one step, two, and then his whole face twists like he’s just now letting himself feel it.

He’s crying before Will can even reach him.

Real, gut-punched, shaking sobs. Not neat little tears, but the kind that claw out from under your ribs when you’ve held it all in for too long. The kind that don’t care how many cameras are watching.

Will’s out of his chair in a heartbeat, crossing the space in three steps.

“Oh, baby—” he breathes, and then Mack collides into him, arms locking tight around his waist, forehead pressing into his neck like he’s trying to disappear.

Will catches him hard, arms wrapped full around his shoulders, rocking them gently back and forth like Mack’s the only thing in the room.

“You did it,” Will whispers, his voice cracking as he scratches at the nape of Mack's neck. “Mack, you fucking did it. First overall. You’re going to San Jose. We’re gonna play together. I’m so proud of you. I love you so much.”

Mack clutches him tighter, sobbing into his shirt, fingers twisted in the fabric like he never wants to let go. His whole body shakes in Will’s arms, breath catching in messy, uneven gasps. He’s gasping between sobs, nodding furiously into Will’s shoulder as if trying to prove he understands, even if he’s too overwhelmed to speak.

Will cups the back of his head, pressing kiss after kiss to the top of his cap, his temple, the edge of his jaw. Wherever he can reach. He wipes at Mack’s cheeks with both thumbs, gently brushing away tears even as more spill over.

“I’ve got you,” Will murmurs. “I’ve got you. You’re here. I’m here.”

Mack nods, barely, still trembling.

The room is quiet. The cameras are still rolling, but no one says a word.

Even the host has gone still, mic tilted uselessly in one hand, eyes wide with something between awe and disbelief.

Zeev glances at the cameras, then back at the two of them, and sighs like goddamn it, of course this is happening at the Chipotle lounge.

No one stops them though. Because this is it.

This is love and legacy and everything they’ve been fighting for all season. The chirps, the rivalry, the mic’d up games and smuggled hotel nights and whispered promises. All of it building to this moment, this year, this future.

Will and Mack. Sharks. Together.

A few quiet coughs and polite throat-clears eventually ripple across the studio. The producer steps a little closer, clearing her throat louder this time.

Will presses one final kiss to Mack’s temple and leans back, just enough to look at him. “You okay?” he asks softly, thumbing a new streak of tears away.

Mack sniffs hard and nods again, eyes still red but more focused now. His hands slide down to Will’s waist, and he exhales like he’s been holding in the whole world.

“I just—I just needed to see you.”

Will squeezes his shoulder. “C’mon,” he says, gently guiding him toward the interview setup with a soft hand on his back. “I saved you a seat.”

Mack doesn’t say anything—just lets Will lead him forward, one steadying step at a time.

The cameras follow them both. But no one says a word about the fact that Will never lets go.

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In just a few short years, Doechii has transformed from a viral YouTube sensation into one of the most exciting forces in modern hip-hop. While her sharp lyricism and fearless performances have solidified her as a rising star, Doechii’s outfits and signature style have become just as iconic as her music. Blending experimental fashion with high-concept visuals, her style is now one of the most talked-about in the industry. From red carpets to Instagram reels, every look is a carefully crafted piece of her artistic puzzle. Since her breakthrough debut and historic Grammy win for Alligator Bites Never Heal, Doechii has not only reshaped the sound of rap but has redefined what it means to show up as a woman in music. Collaborating with stylist Sam Woolf, her fashion evolution mirrors the same bold confidence that pulses through her records. Whether you’re here for style inspiration or looking to recreate some of Doechii’s standout outfits, here’s a breakdown of the genius behind every jaw-dropping look. From Viral Star to Fashion Icon Doechii performs at Camp Fogg Naw in Miu Miu. | Photo: @sam__woolf/Instagram Shop editor’s selection When Doechii first caught our attention with “Yucky Blucky Fruitcake,” her music was already a kaleidoscope of sounds—wild, energetic, and entirely her own. That same unpredictable energy now defines her outfits, which swing between avant-garde artistry and streetwear cool. Early on, her fashion leaned more DIY and expressive: face tape, visible wig caps, fishnets, and oversized silhouettes—each piece worn with unapologetic confidence. These weren’t just bold statements; they were declarations of who she was becoming. Fast forward to today, and with the world watching, she’s channeling that raw creativity into curated style moments that still feel entirely organic. Think: Miu Miu micro-briefs paired with thigh-high boots, Thom Browne suiting layered over corsets, and sheer dresses worn over glittering pasties. Doechii’s style doesn’t chase trends—it sets them. Office Siren Meets Preppy Playfulness In the past year, Doechii’s collaboration with stylist Sam Woolf has elevated her wardrobe to new heights. Together, they’ve crafted an aesthetic that blends “office siren chic” with “preppy polish”—and the results are nothing short of unforgettable. Structured blazers over lace bralettes, pencil skirts paired with thigh-high stockings, and sharply tailored trousers with cropped shirts have all become signature pieces in Doechii’s outfits. This style direction masterfully balances power and femininity, constantly pushing the boundaries of conventional ideas about professionalism and sex appeal. It’s this push-and-pull dynamic that makes Doechii’s fashion so compelling. She knows how to command attention, but always on her own terms. High Fashion Co-Signs and Runway-Worthy Moments Doechii on the Grammy red carpet.| Photo: Kevin Mazur/Getty Images Luxury fashion houses have certainly taken notice of Doechii’s magnetic presence. She’s been spotted in custom pieces by Miu Miu, Gucci, and emerging designer Tolu Coker—each look not only tailored to her body but designed to amplify her larger-than-life persona. From custom corseted gowns at award shows to denim-and-diamonds combos onstage, her outfits feel like extensions of her music: expressive, layered, and deeply personal. At the 67th Grammy Awards, where she took home the prestigious Best Rap Album, Doechii turned heads in a look that seamlessly blended futuristic elegance with retro glam. A shimmering, asymmetrical gown paired with architectural heels and bold makeup solidified her place as not just a music icon but a fashion one as well. Chameleon Energy: Doechii’s Best Style Trait Fashion experts, like Anastasia Vartanian, credit Doechii’s style versatility as a key reason she stands out. “What really strikes me is how she can adapt to different styles so seamlessly, without feeling like she’s dressing up in costume,” she explains. One day, she’s serving boyish suiting, and the next, she’s draped in feathers and sequins. That duality—the ability to embody softness, masculinity, sensuality, and power—makes Doechii’s outfits consistently iconic. And let’s not forget her streetwear roots. Even in casual wear, Doechii’s style keeps fans on their toes. From 90s oversized jackets to slick cargo pants and graphic tees, she brings the same energy whether she’s on stage or on the sidewalk. What’s Next for Doechii’s Style? Doechii performs at the 2025 Grammy Awards in Gucci. | Photo: @sam__woolf/Instagram Shop similar designs As Doechii prepares to enter her next musical era, fashion lovers are eagerly anticipating where she’ll take her style next. With each public appearance, she proves she’s not just dressing to impress, she’s dressing to express. Whether she’s rocking a playful Miu Miu set or a dark, edgy ensemble straight off the runway, Doechii’s outfits are always conversation starters. In 2025, she’s not only influencing music—she’s shaping culture. As her star continues to rise, so does her influence in the fashion world. One thing’s for sure: whatever she wears next, Doechii’s style will keep us watching, inspired, and yes, a little obsessed. Check out more of our favorite Doechii outfits… Doechii wears Thom Browne at New York Fashion Week. | Photo: @sam__woolf/Instagram Doechii wears Brandon Maxwell at New York Fashion Week. | Photo: @sam__woolf/Instagram Doechii in Thom Browne at the 2024 VMAs. | Photo: @sam__woolf/Instagram Doechii on tour in Thom Browne. | Photo: @sam__woolf/Instagram Shop similar designs Doechii in Christopher John Rogers at the Give Her FlowHers awards gala. | Photo: @doechii/Instagram Doechii at the Variety Awards in Thom Browne. | Photo: @doechii/Instagram Doechii performs at NPR’s Tiny Desk in Willy Chavarria. | Photo: @sam__woolf/Instagram Doechii in Tom Ford at Paris Fashion Week. | Photo: @sam__woolf/Instagram Photo: @sam__woolf/Instagram Doechii in Schiaparelli at Paris Fashion Week. | Photo: @doechii/Instagram Doechii in Valentino at Paris Fashion Week. | Photo: @doechii/Instagram Doechii in Chloe at Paris Fashion Week. | Photo: @doechii/Instagram Doechii performs in Schiaparelli at the lourve during Paris Fashion Week. | Photo: @doec| Photo: @sam__woolf/Instagram Doechii in Acne Studio at NYFW. | Photo: Pierre Suu/Getty Images For the latest in fashion, lifestyle, and culture, follow us on Instagram @StyleRave_ —Read Also Collins Badewa A fashion and pop culture writer who watches a lot of TV in his spare time. 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IPL Hair Removal Training: Your Path to a Professional Aesthetic Career

Intense Pulsed Light (IPL) technology has become a game-changer in the aesthetic industry, providing a safe, non-invasive, and effective solution for long-term hair reduction. As demand for advanced beauty treatments continues to rise, so does the need for qualified practitioners. Enrolling in a professional IPL hair removal course is the first step towards mastering this in-demand skill and launching a successful career in aesthetics.

What Is IPL Hair Removal?

IPL hair removal uses broad-spectrum light to target melanin in the hair follicles. Once absorbed, the light converts into heat, damaging the follicle and slowing or stopping future hair growth. Unlike traditional laser treatments that use a single focused wavelength, IPL delivers multiple wavelengths, allowing for quicker treatment over larger areas of the body. This flexibility makes it ideal for treating areas like the face, arms, legs, and bikini line.

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A well-structured IPL hair removal training course ensures you receive both theoretical knowledge and practical skills, preparing you to deliver safe, effective treatments.

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Courses emphasise treatment room setup, infection control, protective measures, cooling techniques, and skin patch testing. You’ll also learn how to manage client expectations and maintain comprehensive treatment records.

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Practical training includes observing expert treatments and performing supervised procedures. You'll learn to adjust device settings and techniques based on individual client needs and skin types.

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When selecting an IPL hair removal course, look for these key elements:

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Flexible Learning Options: Online or hybrid formats are ideal for professionals balancing work or study.

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Completing your IPL hair removal training opens doors to exciting opportunities:

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Conclusion

The beauty and aesthetics industry is evolving fast, and IPL hair removal remains one of the most sought-after treatments worldwide. AIOAM Enrolling in a certified IPL hair removal course not only enhances your skills but also increases your credibility as a practitioner. Whether you’re starting a new career or expanding your service offerings, this training is a smart investment in your future.

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Pallavi Day Chart Result and Updates – Reliable Info by dpbosse net

The world of Satta Matka holds a deep fascination for many enthusiasts across India. Among the various Matka games and chart systems, Pallavi Day Chart stands out as a trusted and widely followed game in the Matka community. Whether you're a regular player, a curious observer, or someone seeking trusted results, this blog will walk you through everything you need to know about the Pallavi Day Chart, its significance, history, and how dpbosse net brings accurate and up-to-date chart results to your fingertips.

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3/23-24/25

sunday - monday

feeling better today, at least a bit.

in terms of being super tired and stuff, less tired at least. still feel ugly... but what can i do. i tend to overfocus on certain features probably and it makes me really dysphoric, at times. i will probably stop being how i am soon. in a temporary way.

otherwise... i listened to get color today, i am really obsessed with this one:

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i really like the music video. it feels rather bataillean, i love all the blood, i also like how all the women dance in that stiff way, i'm like them, in that way. awkward looking, also wanting to bleed a bunch, although i like how ambiguous it is in the video, in between horror and eroticism, thus the bataillean feeling. it's such an interesting time capsule, also. the bloghouse hipsters... it's a cute look. it'd be funny to do it more often. i have the shorts for it. although i want shorter ones. i really want american apparel short shorts.

the way john gets that sound is so cool, also. i could swear that beepy scrape-y thing that shifts into that bass pulse sound was like, i thought it was harmonics and then manipulating a delay pedal or something. instead it's all the magic of feedback + the boss pitch shifter pedal... i need to mess with my friend's more, idk if he has the super shifter which john has or another one. it's really crazy how he can get these kind of pitch shifts on feedback, last time i tried that, it was really dirty and would distort in a really insane way. the cascade he gets, idk how that happens sometimes and other times not so much. i was trying to do ableton feedback loops and things but it wasn't really working out how i wanted. i don't know if any of the effects i have are really suited for that.

a guy demonstrates the sound in this video, which is cool to see but makes me wish i had some more stuff around i could just do this with:

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i just downloaded something to see what that does.

well, this is something, not all of the sound is the new thing but it's doing strange stuff to the already strange thing going on. it doesn't do the bass thing from die slow it seems, but this new plugin is rather pleasing to me. it doesn't do anything i've seen before so it's probably gonna be really useless or useful. i wonder if i can use it to make my guitar things sound better in bizarre ways. i also really like the idea of modulating this thing live and getting weird bands to pitch shift separate from everything else... would be insane. it's a confusing thing but i'm eager to learn it.

other music stuff today was fun, i did some noise stuff for one of the songs, it felt right, it was this really crazy pitch-y delay thing, i modulated it live and recorded that and put it in part of the song, and then i did a second guitar sound for it and some other mixing stuff. i also wrote lyrics for it. i am really excited by this one so i might try recording vocals tomorrow. i might also try fiddling with this plugin to see if it'll do anything interesting with the guitar synths early in the chain as a subtle sort of effect. the thing is called dtblkfx. it's really strange idk what it really is.

this is a demo of it, though:

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the one i have looks a bit different but this is the thing. really mangles stuff, so i doubt my ideas about using it surgically will pan out how i want. still, it's worth a shot. it's a strange enough idea. my idea is that since it lets you select really precise ranges to effect in the frequency range, it might let me do something to regions that kind of create effects i dislike, like the 800-1k range where really 'fake' sounding qualities can kind of peak out, to me. it also might be a way to do the flanger effect i do on particular harmonics kind of different/a different approach to it, it might actually move them around more. which could be a problem but it could also be really cool.

all the stuff with health made me remember seeing john at the first sick new world festival, he was in the machine girl crowd, and when my gf saw him she waved and he was like, hi, and then handed us a health branded butt plug and walked off. it's nice merch, honestly. i forgot about it, until now.

i need to sleep soon but i made more progress on copper. it's not there yet though, but it's all useful to me, to realize better how to shade things to get some more depth on them. or maybe not shade. just where to put highlights. now it looks more bug-y and also more physically there. the issue is just making it look like it's set in rock a bit more. maybe i should make it much darker than it already is around the ore and make it seem like there's a few stones come in and clutch it almost? that might be better than smoothly set in some rock which is where i'm leaning right now.

for now though i should sleep, it's just turned to 3,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Why a Keynote Speaker in Las Vegas Can Make Your Event Unforgettable

Las Vegas, known for its vibrant energy and entertainment, is also a prime destination for conferences and business events. When planning your event in this iconic city, one of the most impactful decisions you can make is selecting the right keynote speaker Las Vegas. A dynamic and inspiring speaker can set the tone for your event, energize your audience, and leave a lasting impression long after the event concludes.

What Makes a Keynote Speaker in Las Vegas Unique?

A keynote speaker Las Vegas does more than just deliver a speech—they bring the energy and charisma of the city into their presentation. Las Vegas is a city known for its larger-than-life experiences, and a great keynote speaker should mirror that energy. Whether the event is focused on innovation, leadership, entertainment, or entrepreneurship, a keynote speaker Las Vegas is likely to bring a fresh perspective that aligns with the excitement of the city itself.

The Power of a Keynote Speaker Las Vegas

1. Amplify the Event’s AtmosphereLas Vegas is a city that thrives on excitement and anticipation. A keynote speaker Las Vegas who can engage and captivate your audience will elevate the overall atmosphere of your event. Their speech will not only reflect the pulse of the city but also create an unforgettable experience for all attendees.

2. Inspiration and MotivationLas Vegas events often attract ambitious professionals and forward-thinking individuals. A keynote speaker Las Vegas brings the ideal blend of inspiration and practical advice that encourages attendees to innovate, pursue their goals, and take action. Their energy will fuel the conference's momentum and ensure attendees leave feeling motivated.

3. Tailored to Your AudienceLas Vegas hosts a wide range of events, from corporate conferences to entertainment industry seminars. The best keynote speaker Las Vegas will understand the nuances of your audience, tailoring their message to resonate with the specific group you’re addressing. Whether it's business professionals, creatives, or entrepreneurs, they’ll be able to connect with them on a personal level.

4. Memorable and ImpactfulGiven the competitive nature of events in Las Vegas, you need a speaker who can stand out. A memorable keynote is one that not only educates but also inspires action. Your keynote speaker Las Vegas will leave attendees with something to think about long after the session ends, ensuring your event remains a talking point for years to come.

How to Choose the Right Keynote Speaker for Your Las Vegas Event

When looking for a keynote speaker Las Vegas, consider the following steps to find someone who aligns with your event’s goals:

Know Your Event’s Purpose: Whether you're focusing on business growth, leadership, or innovation, select a speaker whose expertise matches your conference’s theme.

Research Their Background: Look for speakers who have experience in Las Vegas events or similar settings. Their ability to connect with large, diverse audiences is crucial.

Check Reviews and Testimonials: A successful keynote speaker Las Vegas will have a track record of delivering engaging and impactful presentations. Reviews from past clients can provide valuable insights.

Align with Your Audience: Your keynote speaker should be able to communicate effectively with the specific demographic of your event. Whether they’re inspiring entrepreneurs or engaging corporate professionals, their message should resonate.

Make Your Las Vegas Event Unforgettable

The right keynote speaker Las Vegas can elevate your event, making it not just another conference but a memorable experience that inspires and motivates attendees. Las Vegas is a city built on entertainment, excitement, and new experiences, and your speaker should embody these elements while delivering a valuable message that engages and transforms your audience.

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Moody Joody Drops St. Lucia Remix of "Velvet Connection" and Joins MisterWives Tour!

"Velvet Connection" is a synth-soaked, glittering ode to the thrill of a forbidden summer crush, co-written by hitmaker Scott Harris (Shawn Mendes). The St. Lucia remix injects the track with a pulsing energy, transforming it into a dance floor-ready anthem that invites you to lose yourself in its vibrant beats. Producer Andrew Pacheco, who has long admired St. Lucia, expresses his excitement: "St. Lucia’s sound has been a huge influence on my work. To have Jean remix our song feels surreal and such an honor." This release marks a pivotal moment for Moody Joody, as they officially join the Photo Finish Records family. Mike Marquis, Executive Vice President of Photo Finish, couldn’t be more thrilled, stating, "Moody Joody is a dynamic young band that perfectly aligns with our vision. We’re excited to help them reach new fans and showcase their incredible talent." Adding to the excitement, Moody Joody is set to hit the road this fall, joining alt-pop/rock group MisterWives on select dates for the "MisterWives: Just For One Night!" tour. This collaboration follows their recent work on MisterWives’ deluxe album, Nosebleeds: Encore, where they contributed a new version of "All The Same," alongside a star-studded lineup of artists like Betty Who, Meet Me @ The Altar, PVRIS, and Pom Pom Squad. Since their debut single "The Heat" in 2020, Moody Joody—comprising Kayla Hall (vocals), Kaitie Forbes (vocals), and Andrew Pacheco (producer)—has steadily carved out their own unique sonic space. Their music is a dreamy blend of dynamic production, sparkling instrumentation, and soaring vocals, all anchored by their raw, honest lyricism. With this latest remix and their new label partnership, Moody Joody is poised to continue their ascent, bringing their vibrant sound to an ever-growing audience. Tickets for the upcoming tour are on sale now, so don’t miss your chance to see this rising trio in action. Read the full article

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Moody Joody Drops St. Lucia Remix of "Velvet Connection" and Joins MisterWives Tour!

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Lighting Up Your Event: The Best LED Dance Floors in Kerala

Kerala, vibrant in culture and festive in spirit, is the apt location to hold resplendent events. One of the important elements that add sheen to any big celebration or party is the requirement of a beauteous LED dance floor. Here's your guide to find the best LED dance floors in Kerala, so that your event sparkles brighter than ever.

Why Choose an LED Dance Floor? LED dance floors spell magic on the floor in any kind of event. They provide:

Dynamic Lighting: Customizable colors and patterns that pulse with the music. Enhanced Ambiance: Change the atmosphere and draw all eyes to the dance floor. Interactive Experience: Guests enjoy the immersive, engaging dance environment. Factors to Consider While Selecting the Best LED Dance Floor 1. Size and Layout:

Event Space: Ensure that the dance floor comfortably fits in your event space, allowing some room for other activities and guests moving around. Some providers offer modular floors that can be adjusted to different sizes and shapes according to your event's layout. 2. LED Technology:

Pixel Density: The greater the pixel density, the better shall be the resolution and detailed patterns of the display. Choose depending on the visual effect to be achieved. Brightness: It has to shine bright enough to compete with the lighting at the event. 3. Durability and Safety:

Material Quality: Go for heavyweight ones that can support heavy footfall or high-energy dancing. Non-Slip Surface: Safety above all else, make sure it has a non-slip surface to avoid mishaps. 4. Control Features:

Remote Control: User-friendly remote control features to change lights, colors, and patterns at the tap of your fingers. Sync with Music: The more advanced floors offer the ability to sync lighting effects with the music, elevating your dance experience. 5. Rental vs. Purchase:

Short-Term Use: If one-time events are going to be the case, then renting might be more cost-effective. Frequent Use: If you do regular events, purchasing an LED dance floor would be a long-term investment. Average Price Range for LED Dance Floors in Kerala Small Floors ?1,00,000 to ?2,50,000 Medium Floors ?2,50,000 to ?5,00,000 Large Floors ?5,00,000 and above The price that will be charged is based on the floor size and the number of days the event is going to use it; the usual rate lies between ?50,000 to ?2,00,000 per day.

Best Tips for an LED Dance Floor Hire Research Providers: Find good suppliers, after reading good reviews and with a proven record of performance in Kerala. Visit Showrooms: If possible, try getting to a showroom where one can view the working of the LED dance floors on display and check on their quality. Compare Quotes: Comparing detailed quotes from various suppliers gives one value deal without any compromise on quality. Check for Hidden Costs: Insist on a quote that details everything, right from installation to delivery and other costs.

If you invest in the best LED dance floor in Kerala for your event, that itself would be a good enough reason to mesmerize your guests with excitement. Keeping these factors in mind—size, technology, durability, and control features—you will never go wrong in finding the perfect dance floor to light up the celebration. Be it a rent or buy option, an LED dance floor is simply the most spectacular addition that guarantees a lasting impression on the guests.

Let an eye-catching LED dance floor make the event most memorable, and then let your guests dance into the night surrounded by such a vibrant and dynamic setting.

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Lana Del Rey and Quavo single review: “Tough”

Lana Del Rey’s new single with Quavo features slivers of her greatness but fails to stand out amongst her legendary portfolio.

Review by Clove Mera 9 July 2024

Single released 3 July 2024

Track written by: Lana Del Rey, Andrew Watt, Benny Negrin, Clayton Johnson, Elysse Jane Yulo, Henry Walter, Jack Antonoff, Jaxson Free, Josh Dorr, Maddox Batson, Nick Bailey & Quavious Marshall

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Though I can say I enjoy “Tough”, my feelings towards it are mixed. When the song released a few days ago and even now, I don’t feel quite ready to embark on a new album rollout with Del Rey. Her most recent album, Did you know there’s a tunnel under Ocean Blvd had not even been out in the world for a year and a half and, being that I hardly enjoyed the album, more time is needed until I develop a hunger for new music. However, when I unwittingly heard a glowing review for the song, I decided to give it a listen.

“Tough” begins with a country sound, which is not aligned with my personal tastes. The vocals were so drenched in reverberation, could hardly make out what Del Rey was saying. I decided to roll with it and absorb the sonic soundscape. When the trap influenced accelerated cymbal or shaker kicked into gear, my interest was piqued but I wasn’t excited quite yet. The infusion of hiphop influences into country isn’t necessarily an innovation on Del Rey’s part, and without her distinctive storytelling and high register evocative of a flirtatious angel in line, “Like the smoke in the drawl of your "Y'all" and the way you talk slow”, and the bridge’s abrupt tranquillisation of the song’s pulse, then “Tough” would veer into generic territory. However, my criticisms for Del Rey never include generic.

Eventually “Tough” reaches a point I gleefully dance along, but this only happens in its final chorus. Each of the three choruses build on themselves in layers. By the final chorus, everything comes together into a hard hitting mix which stunned me the first time and I anticipate each time going forward. The verse’s trap drums are imported, bass heavy kicks are injected into the rhythm, a distant guitar wet with reverb fills the soundscape with a cinematic quality. Together, these new elements lift the unchanged chorus vocals to a deliciously complex zenith I love from Del Rey.

With each album, Del Rey explores new sounds, genres, themes, influences, but there will always be a few songs with gloriously highly sophisticated, almost orchestral, musicality. Some of my favourites include “The Grants”, “Text Book”, “Cinnamon Girl”, “The Blackest Day”, “Shades of Cool” and “13 Beaches”. What “Tough” has in common with those songs is its complexities in its production, the carefully selected additions to fill the highs and lows between the foundational drum and guitar. I especially enjoy Del Rey’s coolly distant “Ahh, ah, ahh” background glyph which repeats throughout the song.

Another enduring element in Del Rey’s art is her poetic and complex lyricism. Lana Del Rey is a role model to me in my songwriting, and this song is another exhibition of why that is. Each album acts like a life update with new topics to muse on, often influenced by where in America she finds herself, be it “Norman Fucking Rockwell”’s California backdrop, “Born to Die”’s New York setting or various rural states like Arizona and Nevada - “West Coast” and “Fucked my Way Up to the Top.” No matter the sound or the influence, Del Rey always brings sophisticated and evocative lyricism to the table. Throughout “Tough”, Lana and Quavo reflect on love persevering through hardship and juxtaposing toughness in the self and one’s experiences with “… Scuff on a pair of old leather boots/ like the blue-collar, red dirt attitude”. As a writer, I get excited by rhyme sequences I wouldn’t have seen coming. The imagery, rhyme sequence and storytelling in chorus line, “Like a .38 made out of brass/ tough like the stuff in your grandpa’s glass” is a standout moment.

Recently the trend of billing a featured artist as an “&” has settled into the music industry’s status quo. It becomes hard to discern from a song’s credited artists whether it will be a proper duet with two singers present throughout a track or entirely one artist with the other tacked onto the bridge. To my delight, “Tough” is indeed a duet. They sing the chorus together and call-and-respond on verse two, with some sing-talking sprechgesang in the outro. Quavo’s lyrics and vocals provide a sharp juxtaposition to Del Rey’s playful softness.

“Tough” by Lana Del Rey and Quavo meanders through numerous humdrum sections to reach its forceful final chorus. I’m doubtful of the song’s replay value and also doubtful I won’t skip it if it plays on shuffle. Even though Lana has clearly signalled she’s moving in a different direction with her incoming album, I still feel it is too soon since her previous album. It has strong moments but its shortcomings render the song good when Del Rey is known for being exceptional.

“Tough” is available to stream and has a visualiser attached below.

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