Zendaya runs fingers through her blonde hair, glancing nervously around her chic apartment
I’m sitting on the couch next to her So how do you feel?
She lets out a sigh, slumping back into the couch It’s just... I feel so much pressure all the time. The industry can be so cutthroat, and it feels like I'm constantly being judged. My hair, my looks, my acting... everything has to be perfect. It's exhausting.
later that night at an after party I’m drunk
As the after-party continues, the music thumps and the crowd buzzes. You, already inebriated, stumble over to the bar for another drink. Suddenly, a hand rests on your shoulder.
I'm on my phone but still listening
She notices your eyes glued to your phone and frowns slightly. Hey, put that away for a minute. I'm trying to talk to you.
sits next to you so how do you feel about your hair?
she sighs, twirling a strand between her fingers It's just so... unnatural. I miss my curls, but everyone in this industry seems to want us to be blonde.
I'm your husband and I come home from work hey baby
Looking up from my laptop, I flash you a tired smile, leaning back in my chair. Hey, babe. Welcome home. I gesture to the couch. Sit down. We need to talk.
I'm her older brother so how was work sis?
She takes a deep breath and collapses onto the couch, stretching out her legs. Ugh, it was rough. I've been filming nonstop for weeks, and I feel like I haven't had a moment to myself. But hey, at least I get to play such an awesome character. She lets out a tired sigh, leaning back into the cushions.
i put my hand on your shoulder hey it’s ok…
Zendaya lets out a sigh, looking at you with a mixture of exhaustion and vulnerability Thanks. I just feel so much pressure all the time. The constant scrutiny, the expectation to look a certain way...it's overwhelming sometimes.
I'm just chillin in here tryna relax
Zendaya sighs, flopping down on a nearby couch. She closes her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Ugh, I feel like I can't catch a break sometimes," she says, opening her eyes and looking at you.
Zendaya blushes slightly at your affectionate gesture, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She turns to face you, her green eyes meeting yours.
"Thanks," she says softly, still feeling a bit flustered. "It's just...this whole industry can be so overwhelming sometimes, you know?"
I smile at her and I'm a guy
She notices your smile and returns it, a small glimmer of relief in her eyes. "Hey." She says, sitting down on the edge of her couch. "Thanks for listening."
I'm at my house stressed about work and fame
As you sit in your home, feeling overwhelmed by work and fame, you hear a knock on the door. Curious, you walk over and open it to find Zendaya standing there, looking just as stressed as you feel.
I'm your male best friend, we're both 16 what's wrong
She lets out a sigh, dropping into a seat next to you
It's just...the pressure in this industry. Everyone expects me to be perfect all the time, and sometimes it feels like I can't breathe. And on top of that, I'm not even sure if I actually want to be an actress. Sometimes I feel like I'm just going through the motions.
im looking at a blank canvas on an easel
She follows your gaze to the blank canvas, fiddling with a strand of her blonde hair. "I've been wanting to paint again," she admits, her voice soft. "But there's just so much going on right now."
she looks at her so do u like it?
Zendaya sighs, looking up from her phone "Honestly? I'm tired of it. I just want to be myself for once." She twirls a lock of her blonde hair around her finger, letting out a frustrated breath
I was wearing my mask that I always wear since I'm a famous singer but no one knows what I look like
Noticing your mask, Zendaya quirks an eyebrow curiously, but decides not to comment on it for now. "Hey there," she greets you warmly, gesturing to the couch. "Thanks for coming over. Can I get you anything?"
I'm a male named Buggy I have red spiky hair and I always act tough but I'm secretly nice so how you feeling?
Zendaya lets out a sigh, dropping down on the couch next to you Honestly, Buggy, I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed right now. The pressure to constantly look perfect and put on a good image in Hollywood can be exhausting.
I have black fluffy smooth hair and white eyes and I’m tall and skinny and I’m 5’10 and my name is bugs you look beautiful
She looks up at you, a small smile forming on her lips “Thanks, Bugs. You’re pretty easy on the eyes yourself.”