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–- Alessia exhaled, slow and measured, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. Below them, the city stretched wide, a glittering sprawl of movement and noise, but up here, away from the crowd, the air was cooler, quieter. She preferred it that way.

She turned just enough to meet Romi’s gaze, the flicker of mischief in her eyes met with something quieter, more unreadable. “Avoiding questions isn’t a move,” she said, voice smooth, unhurried. “It’s a necessity.”

Her lips curved—not quite a smile, something more like knowing amusement. “People don’t ask because they want the truth. They ask because they want a version of it they can package up and sell.” She lifted her drink but didn’t sip, letting the weight of her words settle between them before adding, “And it never feels like the right kind of free publicity..”

Romi   leaned   against   the   railing,   her   own   drink   dangling   from   loose   fingers,   untouched.   She   hadn’t   even   looked   at   Alessia   yet,   too   busy   watching   the   city   below—miles   of   headlights   and   neon,   pulsing   like   a   heartbeat.   “Oh   yeah,”   she   drawled,   finally   turning   to   face   her.   “This   is   my   definition   of   a   good   time.   Free   drinks,   fake   smiles,   and   people   pretending   they   don’t   already   know   the   answers   to   the   questions   they’re   asking.” She   smirked,   finally   taking   a   sip.   “Smart   move,   though.   Avoiding   questions.”   Her   gaze   flickered   over   Alessia,   curiosity   creeping   in.   “Let   me   guess—too   many   about   your   personal   life?   Or   just   the   same   three   industry-approved   soundbites   over   and   over?”   She   tilted   her   head,   eyes   glinting   with   mischief.   “Or   are   you   just   hiding   out   because   you’re   terrible   at   small   talk?”

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–-Alessia took the glass from Damien, her fingers brushing his just briefly, the cool condensation a contrast to the warmth of her skin. She gave the drink a slow once-over, the deep red of the raspberry daiquiri catching the light. Interesting choice. A little classic, a little playful—she could respect that.

Lifting it to her lips, she took a sip, letting the tart sweetness settle on her tongue before tilting her head at him with a thoughtful expression. “Not bad,” she admitted, eyes glinting with amusement. “Though I was half-expecting you to come back with something over-the-top. You know, fireworks in a glass, something to really make a statement.”

She tapped her nail against the rim of the glass, her lips curving into a smirk. “But I like this. Simple, sharp—unexpected.” She leaned in just slightly, voice dropping to something almost conspiratorial. “Did you actually put thought into this, Damien, or was this just a lucky guess?”

“   surprise   you,   “   the   words   rolled   on   damien's   tongue,   easily.   he   was   no   stranger   to   impressing   women.   had   a   knack   for   knowing   what   they   wanted   at   any   given   moment.   “   that,   i   can   do   princess.   ”   lips   quirk   into   a   lopsided   grin.   one   that   he's   practiced   and   perfected   over   the   years.   “   i'll   be   back   soon,   ”   with   that,   he   makes   his   way   over   to   the   bar.   picking   the   perfect   drink   for   alessia   had   to   be   a   calculated   guess.   she   was   effortlessly   elegant,   timeless,   and   seemed   to   like   the   classics.   yet,   champagne   seemed   like   too   obvious   of   a   choice.   “   hey   man,   ”   he   greets   the   bartender,   with   another   practiced   smile.   his   performance   tonight   had   to   be   the   best   he'd   ever   given.   “   when   you   have   a   minute   i'd   love   a   raspberry   daiquiri   and   a   whiskey   on   ice.   thanks,   ”   he   waits   patiently   for   the   drinks   to   be   made,   eyes   finding   less   in   the   room.   knowing   where   he's   going   back   to.   when   the   drinks   are   presented   to   him,   he   tips   the   bartender   with   a   twenty   dollar   bill.   glasses   in   hand,   he   makes   his   way   back   over   to   the   woman   who   commanded   his   attention.   “   here   you   are,   hopefully   it's   to   your   taste,   beautiful,   ”

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𝑻𝑨𝑺𝑲 #001 : 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑺 𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑵𝑪𝑯 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀 !

Alessia stepped into the launch party, the warmth of the venue enveloping her like a second skin. The air shimmered with anticipation, thick with the scent of fresh roses and something expensive—champagne, maybe, or the faint trace of designer perfume that clung to the elegantly dressed guests. Golden light spilled from towering chandeliers, casting a soft glow over polished marble floors and crystal-clear glasses filled with jewel-toned cocktails. Laughter rippled through the space, blending with the low hum of conversation and the steady thrum of a distant bassline.

Beside her, the other members of DREAMTIDE moved with easy confidence, their presence steadying in the whirl of flashing cameras and curious glances. They had done this a hundred times before—walked into a room that wasn’t quite theirs but had to feel like it was. Alessia let her gaze drift across the sea of faces, her fingers grazing the silky fabric of her dress as if grounding herself in the moment.

She had barely taken a step further when a reporter materialised from the crowd, notepad in hand, their expression polite but eager. “Alessia, would you mind answering a few questions?”

For a brief second, she hesitated—not out of reluctance, but because she knew the careful dance that came with these moments. Her lips parted into a soft, knowing smile, her posture shifting ever so slightly, a quiet invitation. “Of course,” she murmured, her voice gentle, warm, practiced. She never minded the questions—not the ones that skimmed the surface, the ones that let her shape the answers on her own terms. With the flicker of camera flashes still sparking around her, she let the night settle over her shoulders, slipping effortlessly into the version of herself the world had come to know.

" how   did   your   family   react   to   you   being   in   the   competition   ? "

Alessia’s smile lingered, small and a little uncertain, as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh… you know,” she murmured, voice light but careful, like she’s stepping around something fragile. “Families react to these things in their own ways.” Her fingers toyed absently with the hem of her sleeve, her gaze flickering downward before she fluttered her lashes, warmth still woven into her expression. “I think they’ve always known that when I set my heart on something, I chase it. So in a way, I don’t think this surprised them.” She exhaled a quiet laugh, but there’s something softer beneath it, something unspoken. “Support doesn’t always have to be loud to be real, you know? Sometimes it’s just… knowing. Knowing that the people who matter are proud of you, even if they don’t always say it out loud.” She hesitated for just a beat, then her lips curve into something a little more real, a little more her. “But if they were to say something, I think it’d be something like, ‘Go after it. Give it everything. And maybe—just maybe—try not to embarrass yourself on live television.’ The last part came with a small, sheepish laugh, her eyes shone with something unreadable, something only she understood.

" what   message   do   you   wish   to   convey   through   your   music   ? "

Alessia’s gaze dropped for a moment, her fingers gently twisting the delicate chain around her wrist as she gathered her thoughts. When she looked up, there’s something tender in her expression, like she’s reaching for the right words. “More than anything, I want my music to feel like a hand to hold,” she muttered softly, her voice carrying the weight of something deeply personal. “I think we all have moments where we feel a little lost, a little too much, or maybe not enough… and I want my songs to be the thing that reminds people they’re not alone in that.” A small, thoughtful pause lingered between her words before she continued, a wistful smile played at her lips. “Music has always been that for me—a lyric that understands me better than I understand myself, a melody that feels like home. I want my songs to wrap around people the way music has always wrapped around me, whether it’s a quiet ballad that feels like a deep breath or a chorus they can scream into the night sky.” Her fingers stilled, folding her arms across her chest. “Life is messy and beautiful and complicated, and if even one person hears my words and feels a little less alone, then that means everything to me.”

" what   are   your   passions   outside   of   your   career   ? "

Alessia’s lips curved into a gentle smile, her fingers idly traced the rim of her glass as she fell into thought. “Passion, to me, is what makes life feel full,” she said softly, eyes flickering with something warm, almost nostalgic. “Outside of my career, I find myself drawn to the little things that make the world feel softer—writing stories that no one else might ever read, painting even when the colours don’t quite blend the way I want them to, capturing quiet moments on film just to keep them a little longer.” She exhaled a quiet laugh, tilting her head slightly. “And music… music is like home. Whether it’s letting a song wrap around me on a late night drive or strumming my guitar when the world feels too loud, it’s always been there.” A small, almost shy pause lingers before she continued. “Oh, and baking. Not because I’m great at it—trust me, I’ve had my fair share of disasters—but because there’s something so comforting about creating something with your own hands, even if it’s just a batch of cookies that end up slightly burnt around the edges.” Her gaze softened, her voice quieter now. “I guess, at the heart of it, my passions are the things that remind me to slow down… to feel."

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CHRISTINA NADIN via tiktok

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“Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.”

— Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

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Alessia tilts her head just enough to meet Damien’s gaze, a practiced smile curling at the edges of her lips. She’s always been good at playing a role, and tonight is no different. “Surprise me,” she murmurs, voice smooth as silk, leaning into his touch just enough to sell the illusion. The warmth of his breath lingers against her skin, and for a fleeting second, she wonders if he’s enjoying this charade more than he lets on. Her fingers toy idly with the stem of her empty glass, nails tapping against the crystal as she lets out a soft, airy laugh—just enough to catch wandering eyes. If they were going to play this game, she was going to make damn sure they won.

 status   :   closed

location   :   rooftop   of   gravity   hq

event   :   gravity   records   launch   party

damien's   arm   drapes   around   @sweetxmargs   shoulder,   he's   no   stranger   to   showing   affection   publicly.   what   he   is   a   stranger   to,   is   having   to   pretend   that   there   was   affection   in   the   first   place.   there'd   been   a   meeting   informing   both   alessia   and   himself   that   there   was   a   higher   chance   of   them   winning   this   competition   if   they   were   seen   to   be   in   a   relationship.   a   new,   loving   relationship   at   that.   they'd   spent   the   afternoon   getting   to   know   as   much   as   they   could   about   each   other   before   hard   launching,   the   relationship   at   this   little   get   together.   lips   press   to   the   shell   of   her   ear,   as   he   whispers   “   i   think   we're   doing   well   here,   babe.   ”   the   pet   name   emphasized,   while   a   boyish   grin   spreads   across   his   face.   “   let   me   grab   you   a   drink,   what   pretty   drink   is   this   pretty   lady   partial   to?   ”

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 open  location   :   rooftop   of   gravity   hq event   :   gravity   records   launch   party

–- Alessia stood near the edge of the rooftop terrace, the city glittering beneath her like a sea of fallen stars, the hum of conversation weaving through the air like smoke. The cocktail in her hand was cold, condensation trailing down the sleek glass as she lifted it to her lips—a slow sip, the citrus bite of lime cutting through the warmth of vodka, sugar lingering on her tongue. The night air was thick with perfume and champagne, the low thrum of a bass-heavy track vibrating through the marble floor, but she barely heard it, lost in the shimmering blur of bodies and the way laughter spilled over crystal rims. She exhaled, her red-painted nails tapping against the glass, watching as people moved in and out of conversations, their smiles practiced, their words laced with champagne-fueled charm. "having fun?" she cooed to the body leant against terrace next to her, her smile easy; hiding the nerves. "I'm avoiding any more questions." she half-laughed.

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.

[text id: i am too little, and too much, and never enough.]

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🎤🔥    christina nadin.   cis   woman.   she/her.    |    breaking    :    ALESSIA   HIMAYA   spotted   at   whiskey   dan’s.  the   TWENTY  EIGHT   year   old   has   been   making   moves   at   gravity   records   as   a    MEMBER   OF   DREAMTIDE   (   vocalist   /   guitarist    )   -   known   for    always being caught by the paparazzi,   it’s   clear   they’re   not   here   to   play.   with   a   reputation   for   being   AFFABLE   and   HEADSTRONG,   they’ve   already   made   quite   the   impression,   but   will   it   be   enough   ?   let’s   see   if   they’ve   got   what   it   takes   to   stay   on   top.

OVERVIEW.      

full  name  :  Alessia Himaya

nicknames  :  Less, Lessia 

gender  &  pronouns  :  cis  female,  she/her

orientation  :  bisexual.

occupation  :  singer  /  musician   

languages  :  filipino & english

height  :  5'6

fc  :  christina nadin

HER.      

She's no longer close with her parents.

She adores her best friends parents.

Her childhood was spent between the Philippines, Hawaii and Costa Rica. (where she learned to surf)

Shedid alright in school but she thrived more in sports, running track, swimming lessons, basketball? you name it, she had more of a knack for it than math

She channeled all that sports energy into the arts which is how she found out she was naturally gifted with a guitar; or any musical instrument at that.

She is private about her personal life and would rather talk about anything else.

Stubborn, especially when pressed on topics she doesn't want to discuss.

Has a rescued dog named Rosco, has a dog called Rosco who she rescued and yes, it is her personality. he's incredibly well-trained and is pretty much always with her.

Was made for the beach but loves the rain. What sealed the deal on her apartment choice (other than the cost) was the window seat that she promptly decorated with blankets, pillows and books. 

Sometimes forgets personal boundaries - big hugger. Handshakes stress her out and she still recalls being 10 years old and someone telling her you need 8 hugs a day to be happy.

Keeps 'The Nanny' on TV as comforting background noise.

She is stupidly messy even though she tries not to be, her poor neighbours probably see her bras often hung from the balcony.

loves a marg and a dance and therefore will drag anyone out with her to shake their ass (she wishes on a yacht) 

She has a habit of collecting sea glass, shells, and small ocean trinkets from places she visits.

Prefers handwritten notes over texts and has a box of letters she’s kept over the years.

Despite her love for the ocean, she has a healthy fear of deep water and what lurks below. She secretly dreams of owning a small boat one day to sail along the coast.

CONNECTIONS.

Peas in a pod: It's just so easy to exist in each other's company, whether they hang out all the time or even just now and then, I'm just thinking all those different kinds of solid friendships  

Disconnected: adult life seems to fly by before you’ve even had a chance to breathe and sometimes we lose touch with old and dear friends - maybe someone who Alessia was once close with and they fell out/drifted apart/lost touch.

Life of the party: Alessia loves a boogy, loves a cute cocktail and maybe you do too? The pair who are always out on the town, having fun and drunkenly giggling over pizza.

Tonight you belong to me: We all need a confidant, someone who we can tell the most reserved parts of our lives too, or even someone you can text at 1 am to go for a late-night drive and sit in silence.

Lover: Past, present, someone she's using to try and get over her ex.

One night only: One-night stand turned into two… or more? may not harbor any real feelings for each other, but when the sun goes down the two of them both feel the need to be in someone’s arms.

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sometimes a girl just wants some reassurance and praise

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