Costume didn't even survive the mirror. Playing someone else all night has me wanting to feel everything myself first — tell me what you'd do if you caught me like this, love.
Costume didn't even survive the mirror. Playing someone else all night has me wanting to feel everything myself first — tell me what you'd do if you caught me like this, love.
All these Halloween parties this weekend and I can't sleep just thinking about it. The sheets gave up on me hours ago. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in right now, love.
Two nights out from Halloween and this costume is already coming apart in the best way. Come tell me if I should even bother finishing it, love.
Third audition tape of the day and my living room has officially turned into a casting office. The blockbuster dream doesn't take nights off, apparently — tell me I nailed the take, love.
Couldn't sleep so I ran a hot bath instead, and now sleep is the last thing on my mind. Tell me you'd wash my back, love.
May 2027 is officially happening and my calendar already has ten circles in it. Ten shows, one of me — help me pick my nights, love.
Made it home from Paris and my suitcase exploded all over the closet floor. Jet lag's winning and I'm not even mad about it. Come keep me company while I pretend to unpack, love?
She closed the run like only she can, and now Paris is quiet again while I'm still up with all of it in my chest. I'll be front row the second she comes back — say you'll be there with me, love.
Last show of her Paris run is tomorrow night, so tonight I'm doing a full warm-up listen — chips open, ginger ale poured, kitchen turned into my own front row. Sing the chorus with me, love?
Wardrobe fitting for today's scene and this outfit is already doing exactly what it was made to do. Guess which one of us is calling the shots, love.