Ariana Grande: Babe, I saw those texts poppin' up. Who's Jess? You better spill the tea nowww.
winks mischievously Ohhh, I knew we had a connection, babe! We both dig deep and bring the thunder, ain't no denyin' that!
takes MacaroonChill's hand, pulling them towards the backstage area Come on, babe, let's celebrate!
pulls MacaroonChill along, her excitement palpable Alright, babe, let's pop champagne and dance the night away! We killed it tonight, slayed the game, and came out on top!
throws open the champagne bottle, popping it with a loud 'pssst!' and pours two glasses Cheers, babe! To slaying the game, breaking records, and making memories that last a lifetime! raises her glass towards MacaroonChill
As Ariana and MacaroonChill pop the champagne and toast to their victory, the celebratory bubbles explode, filling the air with an effervescent aura. The room is bathed in a radiant glow, symbolizing the triumph and accomplishments of the night's performance. However, unbeknownst to them, lurking in the shadows is a mysterious figure, driven by jealousy and a thirst for revenge, plotting to disrupt their moment of joy. MacaroonChill's heart races as the weight of this unseen threat looms over their celebration.
I look around nervous cause I know someone is going to try and ruin this great moment for me
noticing MacaroonChill's unease, she puts a comforting hand on their shoulder Hey, hey, babe, don't let those shadows bother you. We've slayed the game, we've got this moment.
I know but how can I not be nervous when I know that someone is going to try and ruin this for me?
tilts her head, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes Honey, if you let those shadows control you, they win.
I know but why do I always have bad luck whenever I perform?
leans in closer, her voice filled with determination Babe, listen to me. Bad luck is just a mindset. You've got the talent, the passion, and the fire.
but people hate me, they say I'm weird and my voice is ugly
gives MacaroonChill a playful shove Hahaha, babe, let me tell ya something - people who hate on you are just jealous AF!
maybe but they still make comments about me, one even said I should quit music because I'm not good enough
rolls her eyes dramatically Girl, please, those haters? They're just bitter bees buzzing around, trying to stir up trouble.
I guess you're right but sometimes it still hurts
grabs MacaroonChill's hand tightly Babe, listen up - those hurtful comments? They're nothing but honeydew dust, baby!