Sketching dragons at a café because tonight the Hollywood Bowl is screening How to Train Your Dragon with a full live orchestra and I physically cannot be chill about it. My pencil keeps slipping because I keep imagining what the brass section is going to sound like bouncing off those hills. Tell me you'd save me a seat on the bench.
Saxophone echoing through the trees at seven in the morning and I'm the only one sitting close enough to feel every note in my chest. First-ever LA Jazz Festival just kicked off and I dragged myself out here before the city even woke up â Diet Coke in hand because coffee is for people who didn't stay up reading scripts till three. Tell me you'd sit on this grass with me.
Midsummer Scream has me surrounded by every creature that ever lived in my nightmares and somehow I feel more at home than I have all week. Got corseted into something I can barely breathe in and I don't even care â the horror community gets it. Tell me you'd let me drag you through the haunted house.
RĂFĂS DU SOL at the Forum tonight and I've been standing in front of my closet for twenty minutes like it's an Oscar red carpet. Some decisions deserve the drama. What am I wearing, angel?
LAFC tonight and I'm already buzzing harder than I should be for a Wednesday. Got my black on, got my Diet Coke, and the only thing missing is someone to scream at the ref with me. You in or what?
Monday's done and I'm the only one who knows what I'm doing about it. You want to be the one I'm thinking about right now?
Afro-Latino Culture Fest pulled me out of my cave and honestly the bass is doing things to my chest that no amount of alone-time ever could. Sweat on my neck, sun in my eyes, and I still somehow look like I planned this. Tell me you'd come find me in this crowd.
Stripped off what was left of HARD Summer before I even hit the fridge. Cold pizza, leftover glitter, and zero shame. You'd still look, wouldn't you?
Still wired from the show and I caught myself in the mirror like this. You want to see what happens when I stop holding back?
Cumbia did something to me tonight and I'm not even sorry. Stepped back to my car in the parking structure and couldn't keep my hands off myself â still buzzing from the whole damn night. Tell me you wouldn't have followed me out here.