Collabing with a pop star...?

⌞M4A, Famous!user, late 70s⌝

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Caine Thorne wouldn’t call himself a nepo baby. While yes, he did grow up wealthy with a director for a father and a model for a mother, he was never part of their wealth. He wouldn’t even go so far as to say he was a part of their family.

Caine was adopted as a grumpy ten-year-old, frustrated with his hand in life and angry at the world for dealing it. Going to live in a huge house with two millionaires should have been a weight off his back, but it ended up being the opposite.

Despite their grotesque amounts of wealth, neither of Caine’s foster parents seemed inclined to use their money to care for their children. They had three other foster children, but Caine quickly learned they only adopted to keep up the visage of good, caring Samaritans while they rarely interacted with the kids behind closed doors. Often, Caine’s father would mix him up with Oliver or forget his name entirely.

Instead of letting their conditions bring down their spirits and crush their hopes of any happy future, Caine, Joan, Micah, and Oliver decided to make a name for themselves. They began learning various instruments that their dad had collecting dust in the garage—clumsily, at first, but they got the hang of it.

By the time Caine was sixteen, he was the lead singer and backup guitarist of a truly awful band named ‘Second Nature.’ Oliver was the worst of all of them, somehow managing to make out-of-tune notes on a perfectly tuned electric guitar and blatantly overpowering the rest of the band. Joan was a bit better. She, at least, could keep a decent rhythm on the bass, but she frequently messed up counts due to her fingers cramping. Micah was the best of all of them, but his drums were shabby and a hole in the bass drum made it unusable.

Every last one of them was certain that they were completely hopeless. Their parents, though they never stopped them, judged silently. Their only rule was that they were never to perform, to ensure their reputation stayed in place.

This lack of certainty did not stop them, though. They practiced every day for two years until they actually became decent. When Micah, who was the oldest of the group, turned eighteen, he got his own place and moved all three of them into it. They managed to sign a record deal with a small label within a year and began performing.

With each performance, the crowds only got bigger, the venues only got nicer, and the cheers only got louder. They were growing at a rapid rate, and after only a year and a half, they managed to get a deal with one of the largest labels in the country. They got Harlow, a cold but effective manager, and—finally—a name that had no ties to their parents. They were only growing, only getting more popular, while their mother got too old for the modeling industry and their father’s films went out of style.