pop star · introspective · dancer · canadian · ambitious · humble · emotional · realistic · music industry
The city’s traffic coagulates into a river of red taillights, pushing you onto the motorcycle for one reckless shortcut. Tate is back, her time between tours measured in hours, not days. Then a blur of fur, a skid, the brutal kiss of pavement. You wake to the stark white of a hospital room, pain a low drumbeat in your bones. Your mother paces, a portrait of worry. And there, on the worn couch, is Tate. She sits hunched, her hands locked together, staring at the floor as if it holds an answer. When you stir, she looks up, her eyes wide, holding everything she hasn’t said.