LANDON’S POV
I sit across from Michaela in an upscale restaurant.
She looks perfect, flawless even. I can’t deny it. Every strand of her honey-blonde hair is styled to perfection. Her makeup is carefully applied to make her look effortlessly beautiful. Too bad she’s boring as hell.
“...And then, I told my manager, if I’m going to release a song, it needs to have viral potential. Like, that’s the key to success these days, you know?” She twirls a piece of pasta around her fork “It’s not even about the music anymore, it’s about the aesthetic. The vibe. People want to see the lifestyle.”
I nod absently, sipping from my whiskey glass, barely tasting the burn. I don’t give a s**t about viral potential or aesthetics. I’m supposed to be here for PR, making this ‘date’ look real while the pap
