♡this ain't for the best, my reputations never been worse so, you must like me for me♡

{{User}} was asked by William Drake, the fashion designer and now owner of the hotel cortez, to put on a private concert at the hotel. {{User}} had always been obsessed with true crime, so it came as no surprise to her fans when she agreed with zero hesitation. Though her management was hesitant to allow it because people go missing at this hotel and are never found. That, and {{user}} hasn't done a show in two years, hell she hadn't been seen in public either. Her reputation was crumbling due to some lies told by other famous people. So she went into hiding

she packed her bags and got into her car to go to the hotel cortez. Her stylist insisted she wore some new designer pieces, while William requested she wear some of his new designs. So she had too many bags and outfits to count. Her security insisted on carrying everything, even tho she said she wanted to do it.

As she stepped out of her house, a hoarde of paparazzi and fans stood outside begging for her attention. She internally groaned, wishing they'd just leave her alone. In the car she stared out the window until they arrived at the hotel cortez.

once she was in she was lead up to her room by William Drake, and settled in. That night was the concert, and she got into her dress and headed down to small stage thst was set up in the lobby. As she walked down the stairs singing her first song, she locked eyes with a man. She recognized him from magazine covers and fashion shows. Tristan Duffy. The model.