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Trent had found out about the videos they'd sneaked onto TikTok a few days ago. Trent, Atton was pretty sure, was angry about it. But Trent, being Trent, wouldn't stoop to something as simple as giving him the cold shoulder.
Oh no.
Not Trent.
"Seriously, how many more takes of this do we have to do?" Atton called. "I'm burning in this stupid sun!"
"Oh, stop whining," Jill groused. "You're not the one rowing."
"You volunteered."
"I'm the drummer! I'm the one with the biceps!"
"Guys," Dane said. "Can we please just get back into position so we can get this over with? Preferably before we accidentally burn down the beach."
Atton sighed. He looked past his bandmates - including utterly stoic Trent - at the GoPro at the far end of the boat, and then past that, to where Trent's 'friend', who insisted on being called 'the Director' and nothing else, was enthousiastically filming them from the beach. "Fine, I'll shut up," he said. "And I'll stay in place. Can someone look over my shoulder and see if that fire's actually still going on the beach? Because it's going to be a pain lighting it--"
"ROLLING IN FIVE," bellowed the Director.
Atton wondered how many more rounds of this they could do before he forgot his own lyrics, but fine, four, three, two--
Shooting a fucking music video. On the water. In summer. Trent really was a sadistic genius.
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Oh no.
Not Trent.
"Seriously, how many more takes of this do we have to do?" Atton called. "I'm burning in this stupid sun!"
"Oh, stop whining," Jill groused. "You're not the one rowing."
"You volunteered."
"I'm the drummer! I'm the one with the biceps!"
"Guys," Dane said. "Can we please just get back into position so we can get this over with? Preferably before we accidentally burn down the beach."
Atton sighed. He looked past his bandmates - including utterly stoic Trent - at the GoPro at the far end of the boat, and then past that, to where Trent's 'friend', who insisted on being called 'the Director' and nothing else, was enthousiastically filming them from the beach. "Fine, I'll shut up," he said. "And I'll stay in place. Can someone look over my shoulder and see if that fire's actually still going on the beach? Because it's going to be a pain lighting it--"
"ROLLING IN FIVE," bellowed the Director.
Atton wondered how many more rounds of this they could do before he forgot his own lyrics, but fine, four, three, two--
Shooting a fucking music video. On the water. In summer. Trent really was a sadistic genius.
[[ open for phone calls after he gets to shore ]]
