#Optimize RO System

[zylian]

been thinking of an au of battle mage ro who’s like the only wizard that spent his whole life training in only offensive magic which makes him like a decade ahead of every other mage in combat

he’s also very willing to do self sacrificing spells which can wipe out entire cities/towns

ro has a deal with witch zam, who specializes in curses, since the day they met and found out they both dabble in ancient spells, ro asked zam to test resurrection spells on him so he can keep testing combat spells without the worry of death

zam would occasionally get a letter about twice a year saying “if this reached you, I’m dead” and would pause what he was doing to resurrect ro

after the 12th time zam practically perfects it, making sure ro’s mana flow is better than ever and in return ro goes on a murder spree on the people who won’t leave zam alone

when ro’s not laying his life on the line he’s partnered with relentless warrior mapic fighting whoever they both see fit

when ro dies on the field, mapic usually waits a week for him to show up again but from how frequent it starts happening, as ro loves to destroy many kingdoms, mapic goes straight to witch zams house who ro told him about after his 3rd resurrection partnered with him

mapic learns zam actually resurrects ro within one day and they both learn the letters actually take 5 days to arrive to zams place as ro just hasn’t optimized his mana infused letter since he was too occupied with learning more ancient combat spells

obviously instead of fixing the system he lets mapic keep travelling to zam and both mapic and zam fall into a routine of mapic showing up, drinking a cup of hot cocoa while telling zam how ro died as zam preps for ro’s revival

no one actually attempts resurrections since it goes terribly and mapic seems to think both ro and zam are stupid for continuously using cursed magic and suffering tremendously until it was right

the only person who knows outside of those 3 that zam can revive anyone perfectly (yes mapic did die in battle once and ro made zam resurrect him to laugh at him but zam did it so well mapic made them keep it a secret) was alchemist spoke

spoke is mapics potion supply guy who makes the oddest not normal potions ever but mapic always finds a way to use them in battle so he became his number one customer

due to a faulty package delivery, one of spokes very dangerous customers killed him for wasting their money and time

mapic spent a month trying different potion suppliers after his death but there was way too many issues aka it being too pricey, too long of a delivery, part faulty potions, not enough stock and not to mention being put on a waiting list

he was so tired he just dragged ro with him to zams place one day and asked him to resurrect spoke, zam surprisingly knew who mapic was talking about and had realized why he didn’t get his pending delivery yet

so as zam really didn’t want to go through the same hell mapic was ranting about going through with finding another alchemist, he resurrects spoke without question

spoke, who upon living again, takes a breath of fresh air and fully crashes out about what happened to him unprompted

as spoke wraps up his rage while having a nice meal in zams garden, he promptly questions why witch zam, his regular customer, is insanely proficient at resurrections

basically after a quick explanation zam now gets 50% off discounts on all potions, mapic said he was the one to bring spoke to zam so he should get it too but spoke convinced him that he and ro would get the discount after spokes dangerous customer who killed him dies a horrific death

all in all battle mage ro has an amazing time messing with ancient spells while using spokes discounted cursed potions to cause mayhem without fearing death in the slightest

[ffaelix]

obsessed with the batfam and skyrim, so here’s who they’d play as and how that would go:

bruce – imperial bruce is 100% picking imperial. he’s got some elaborate backstory about being a noble general or strategist trying to bring balance to skyrim. the civil war questline? yeah, he’s leading the imperials to victory. also, he’s spending way too much time perfecting his alchemy and enchanting. his playthrough is methodical, overthought, and probably takes six real-world months.

dick – wood elf (bosmer) dick’s going bosmer because he loves sneaking through forests, sniping enemies with a bow, and avoiding heavy armor—but he’s also leaning into being a bard. he’s probably charming every npc he meets, playing instruments, and giving his dragonborn a whole backstory as a traveling storyteller. he’s siding with the stormcloaks, not for any deep reason, but because he likes the blue costume. also, you know he’s adopting every random npc follower he finds and pretending they’re part of his merry band.

jason – orc jason's going orc because he thinks they look the coolest and because he knows orc is the most overpowered race to play as. with two-handed weapons, heavy armor, and berserker rage, he’s unstoppable. his approach? smash first, ask questions never. he’s storming into bandit hideouts, wiping everyone out, and looting like a maniac. also, he’s destroying the dark brotherhood instead of joining it, just because he can.

cass – khajiit cass picks khajiit for stealth perks and becomes a sneaky assassin queen. she’s all daggers and silent takedowns, probably speedrunning the dark brotherhood questline without getting caught once. she skips dialogue, avoids side quests, and somehow finishes the main quest in record time.

tim – high elf (altmer) tim’s not just playing skyrim—he’s modding it to make it even harder. master difficulty, absurd enchantments, and hours spent in menus. he’s doing every quest, collecting every book, and building a lore-perfect house in solitude. his playthrough is less of a game and more of a research project.

damian – imperial damian picks imperial like bruce because he idolizes his dad but would never admit it. he’s siding with the imperials because "ulfric is an incompetent brute" and would lecture everyone about how their character builds are inferior. unlike bruce, though, he’s dual-wielding swords and charging headfirst into everything. also, he’s doing every daedric quest because power = perfection.

how they’d play:

jason: so i killed the jarl of whiterun because i was bored. bruce: what? why? jason: he called me a milk-drinker. not letting that slide. tim: you just broke your entire game. you can’t progress now. jason: whatever, i’ll just join the dark brotherhood and kill everyone else too. cass: jarl balgruuf doesn’t even say ‘milk-drinker.’ jason: i modded the game so he did. i wanted a reason.

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tim: if i side with the imperials, am i enabling systemic oppression? but if i side with the stormcloaks, i’m supporting racism. there’s no winning. dick: tim, it’s a game. just pick one. tim: no, i need to read every book in skyrim first to understand the full context. bruce: [nods approvingly.] jason: or you could just shout people off cliffs. that’s what i do. tim: that’s morally irresponsible. cass: i like fus ro dah. tim: not helping.

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damian: why are you wasting points on archery, grayson? it’s inefficient. dick: because it’s fun? damian: this isn’t about fun. it’s about building the optimal dragonborn. you’ve already failed. jason: says the guy who ran face-first into a dragon and died five times. damian: that was a tactical experiment. tim: no, you refused to use potions because you said they were ‘beneath you.’ damian: father agrees. right, father? bruce: …i always carry potions. damian: [offended silence.]

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cass: done. bruce: what? cass: main quest. finished. tim: you started two hours ago. cass: skip dialogue. sneak everywhere. no distractions.

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jason: ugh, i accidentally fus-ro-dah’d a chicken again, now the entire town is trying to kill me. tim: why do you keep doing that? jason: it’s instinct at this point. cass: sneak past guards. jason: why sneak when i can punch my way out? (ten minutes later, jason’s running naked through whiterun because he refused to pay his bounty.)

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damian: dick, why are you using an orcish bow when you have access to elven weapons? dick: because it looks cooler? damian: you’re an embarrassment to this game. jason: you know he’s got, like, 3000 pieces of cheese in his inventory, right? damian: excuse me? dick: cheese heals health. don’t knock my tactics.

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dick: this is my new best friend, sven. damian: that bard in riverwood? he’s useless. dick: he’s got dreams, damian. i’m helping him live them. (later, sven dies in a dragon attack, and dick spends real-world hours reloading saves to keep him alive.)

[readingstufffff]

Honey Eyes

TWD Story - Michonne x OC

Tw: Mentions of blood

I am inspired by @olive-enjoyer, who said there was a shortage of Michonne fics, and I wanted to change that.

So, here is that prologue for you.

Enjoy <3

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Things had just begun to settle, and the group at the prison continued to grow. Despite the blood that had been spilled after the Governor initiated a war between the prison and Woodbury, the prison had finally started to feel like a home. Somewhere, they could finally build a good foundation to live in. 

At least that is what Hershel had reminded Rick of once the perimeter had been secured and the walls rebuilt.

Of course, Rick had separated himself from any role of leadership. He had help from Hershel when building the foundations for the planting system, and he had Carl by his side as they both learned how to regain the parts of themselves they had started to lose. 

As for the rest of the main group, they had focused on keeping things in line, which started with them creating a council. Sasha, Glenn, Michonne, Daryl, Carol, and Hershel were the main few in charge of the decision made in favor of the group. Like building the outdoor kitchen, the washing stations, the crop farm, when and who went on supply runs. 

Mainly consisting of Michonne choosing to leave, looking for the Governor and scavenging for supplies in the process, and Daryl who often chose who would be of the most optimal use depending on the needs of the group in that moment. 

Which leads back to the beginning of this new chapter in these characters' lives.

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The morning had begun like no other. Rick being the first one up as he relished in the feeling of the sun on his skin, the prison and its people slowly gaining consciousness and following the routine that had slowly started to implement itself into their lives, and Carl being one of the last few to emerge from his cell after spending the night reading the last batch of comics Michonne had brought for him. 

After everyone had their fill of deer meat during breakfast, that Daryl himself had killed and Carol had cooked, the council met in the prison’s library to discuss the next issue that had been brought to attention throughout the past few days. 

Hygiene.

It’s no surprise that most if not all of the people in the prison had no issue dealing with bad smells after the apocalypse happened, but having so many people so close together brought forth the thought of illness. How soon would the evasion of proper hygiene bring sickness to the people in the prison? And how can they stop that from happening?

They implemented the plan of fixing the showering system that the prison already had, but the only hole in this plan was that the pipes were broken, and many of the shower heads had already begun to rust. Leaving them useless, and this also led to the group requiring the tools and equipment to fix it. So, they hatched a plan that included Daryl and, by persuasion, Sasha, going out to the nearest hardware store. It wouldn’t take them the full day to make the run, but with the amount of supplies they needed to bring back, they decided to take a car and hopefully be back before nighttime. 

The two left and within the hour, reached the store. As they stepped out of the car and scoped the area looking for walkers, killing the ones that they did find, they went to clear the store. To their surprise, they found that the store had already been cleared, which led them to be on edge as they cautiously walked inside. Sasha signaled Daryl to split up, and they did to cover more ground and gain the advantage of surprising whoever was inside. If someone were inside. 

Daryl took the right side of the store. Swiftly weaving through the shelves keeping an eye out for anything that would give him an idea as to why a store like this would be clear of any threats, but still have everything someone would want to take, inside. 

He found traces of what to others might have looked like a walker roaming around the store and bumping into things, however to his trained eyes he clearly saw the traces of fresh blood droplets litering the floor. 

On the other side of the store, Sasha had been doing the same. Skillfully moving about the oddly tidy space, careful not to knock anything over, and looking for any signs of what could be a possible danger. Which she found none of, but instead she uncovered a small puddle of blood the size of her palm near the entrance of a red door. Had it not been fresh blood, she might have ignored it, but it was fresh, and that was unusual. So, she held her gun firmly with her dominant hand, while her other hand reached for the handle of the door. Sasha braced herself. Her mind rummaged through the endless possibilities of what could lie behind that red door, what it was that she would lay her eyes upon once she opened it. 

She took a deep breath, fixed her stance, and yanked the door open.

Nothing. Nothing had jumped out at her, confused and unable to see anything inside the dimly lit room, she took out her flashlight and took a step forward. It had just been an ordinary broom closet, but near the back, she could see the outline of a figure. Again, she raised her weapon and pressed forward, being attentive to her surroundings. That’s when she saw it. The culprit of the blood on the floor. 

She sighed, seeing the blood all over the body, and assuming they were dead, she took out her knife and approached the body. Raising it to the head, she prepared to kill it before it turned. 

Her body jolted and she fell back, landing on her ass, as the girl in front of her opened her eyes and lunged forward coughing. 

“Shit, Daryl!”

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Im horrible at being consistent, but I’ve had this story planned out for a while so, I’ll try my absolute best to get it done.

Anyway…byeeee <3

[myloveforhergoeson]

That's All She Wrote - Chapter 31

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Chapter 31: The Music Or The Misery ~ 15k

“Mr. Rocque, Kelly, please,” Roxanne pleaded, shaking fingers threaded, palms pressed together. She would’ve gotten down on her knees to beg if she, the band, and their two bosses weren’t already in the back of the limousine headed to Brand New Day’s album release party. “The Big Time Rush booking fee is for interviews and photoshoots, and- and millionaire’s birthday parties. Not for an advertising campaign for a band no one has ever heard of!” 

Though she winced at her desperate tone of voice, she hoped one final appeal would make the two adults change their minds. Despite spending the last 24 hours making similar statements since Gustavo’s call at the movie theater, neither of them had budged in their decision for the band to attend the party. She’d even taken the fight all the way to Griffin’s office, sitting atop the Rocque Records building and adorned in the strangest taxidermy the assistant had ever seen, hoping that even he would think it an odd request. 

Turns out that had been a mistake; Roxy had severely underestimated how much Griffin seemed to like her. America’s fourth most powerful CEO was no better than his money-hungry adversaries and deep down she knew that… She just wanted someone other than her friends to take her feelings into account just this once. 

With Griffin’s word as law, and whatever Gustavo was afraid of in Obdul’s briefcase when the tall man tapped on it, the band was set to attend the gathering and adhere to Brand New Day’s request. 

When Kelly sighed, shifting her gaze from the soft glow of her BlackBerry in the back of the dark limo to the writer, she just slowly shook her head. “You heard Griffin earlier, Roxy. They’re paying customers and Rocque Records has a contract to fulfil. As much as you dislike these boys-”

“These two,” The assistant automatically corrected, feeling James’ hand slide onto her shoulder as the limo turned a corner. “These two,” Kelly continued after a brief pause, “There’s a lot of money at stake here.”

That was the same answer the talent scout had given her all day - the same corporate talk about contract fulfillment, legal obligation, and reputation. Bullshit. 

 “Griffin said we have to,” Gustavo added in a flat tone, red glasses matching the tint of a neon sign zooming by outside the window behind him, suggesting that he wasn’t all too thrilled with the night before them either. “So we have to. Set aside whatever crap has you all up in a twist about this party! It’s only a few hours, okay?” 

With a huff, Roxy crossed her arms and pushed back into her seat, watching the endless stream of cars out the tinted window beside the man’s head. Most of the time she and Gustavo were on the same page, especially when it came to breaking down emotional barriers in the writer’s room. If he was able to help her draw out the words to place on the page when she was struggling in the past, why was he so incapable of seeing her irritation now? 

“We’ll be okay, Rox!” From across the way, Carlos reached out to pat her knee, welcome warm contact on skin that felt as cold as ice. The charm from the bracelet she’d made him for Christmas jingled around his wrist. “The night will be over before you know it!”

Carlos’ optimism never ceased to amaze Roxy; She wished she could feel even a small portion of it at the present, but her confusing amalgamation of fear and anger had been busy building up in her system all day. Too much time had already been wasted worrying about Mag and Dani since they’d moved to Hollywood. Past memories playing in her head like a bad movie plagued her dreams, causing her to reach out for James in the darkness of her bedroom, only for the emptiness to creep in when she remembered a few walls separated them in 2-H and 2-J. Horrible flashes of whatever may transpire tonight took hold of her imagination when she was awake, only fueling the fire of emotions rooted in her belly. 

And even that felt ridiculous because Mag and Dani were just people she used to be friends with, not the supervillains of epic proportions her mind was making them out to be. The hurt and confusion then mingled with shame for expecting the worst from them, dragging up situations in which they’d looked out for her at local gigs or sat up and listened to her complain on the phone all hours of the night while she tried to work out a new tune or melody. All the fun they’d had playing together, advertising for their band wherever they could, and drawing up big plans to hit the big time together.

Then, the cycle of emotions started anew, because if they were such great people, how could they so easily take her work and pass it off as their own? How could they be Brand New Day without her?

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Roxy tilted her head back into the hard headrest, focusing on the hum of the limo’s engine since she’d been too fatigued to pick a radio station, and took a deep breath in an attempt to stave off the emotional overload.

Beside Carlos, messing with the material of his lap belt, Kendall nodded at his friend’s words. “Just a few photos for the news outlets and some social media posts saying how much we love the new album, then we’re so far out of here everyone will forget about Brand New Day in a week.”

Though both of them knew that the last part probably wouldn't be true, Roxy wanted to believe it anyway. Internally, she cursed her past self for all the time and effort she’d put into promoting Brand New Day to friends, strangers, and whoever would listen, wishing she could take back all the wishes on shooting stars in clear Minnesota skies that one day they’d blow up and get to move out of their nothing town. 

Too little, too late, the girl thought, feeling the unpleasant sting of her nails cutting into her palm as they balled into tight fists in her lap. At least we all got what we wanted in the end.

James must have noticed her discomfort; The hand on her shoulder trailed down her arm to unwind the mess she might have made of her palm with her fresh manicure. 

“You also… Don’t have to come…” Logan tried to add but quickly winced when Roxy countered his comment with a nasty glare. 

“Are you kidding me? I’m the only one who knows what those two are like! This is all part of their plan-” 

“Roxanne.” Gustavo cut her off with a grating exhale of her name, which was probably a good thing, because as far as she knew, there was no plan. For a few seconds, the humming of the engine was the only sound heard between the seven. “Being in the entertainment industry means sometimes you have to do things you don’t like to do. Do you think I enjoy playing babysitter for the five of you? No! But if I want to stay Hollywood’s number one producer, that’s what I have to do!”

“Oh, stop it Gustavo, you flatter us too much!” Kendall gasped with a sarcastic smile in a clear attempt to ease some of the tension radiating off of his boss and assistant, which calmed Roxy only slightly. At least one of them was able to keep a level head at the present. “We all know you love us too much but simply can’t admit it - out loud or otherwise.”

Grumbling something under his breath, Gustavo turned to look at Kelly’s BlackBerry, signifying Kendall had won that part of the conversation for now. 

The frontman looked over to her too, for approval or something else she wasn’t sure, but she did catch the upward quirk of his lips. Momentarily, some of the tension left her body and she finally let her head rest on her boyfriend’s shoulder. If there was one thing she could count on tonight, it was her four friends. 

Like it or not, this was happening, so she might as well suck it up and be the bigger person. In public at least; The big tub of chocolate chip ice cream in her freezer and the floor of her kitchen were already calling her name no matter how hard she tried to ignore it. 

Even if it wasn’t his intention, Roxy found comfort in Kendall’s subtle smirk. As good as friends Mag and Dani had been to her in the past, their bond didn’t even come close to the one she shared with the Big Time Rush boys and her new friends at the Palm Woods. So, she took it as a sign. One that screamed “We’ve got your back, Roxy! Always!” in bright, flashy colors, big enough to rival the magnitude of the Hollywood sign looking out over the city they so loved. 

Maybe James had noticed it too, his hand tightening in hers before pressing a light kiss into her hair. The two savored the last bit of physical contact they’d have before the prying eyes of everyone at the party because neither of them needed to add a potential relationship exposé to the list of things that might happen that evening. “Everything will be alright, baby. I promise.”

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Bright, blinding flashes of light escaped the cameras of the photographers lined up in front of the party venue, giving Roxy the perfect opportunity to slip out of the limousine’s right door while her friends took up the attention from the left. 

Whoever had arranged this album release had gone to a lot of trouble to ensure there was mass media coverage, so the assistant figured she might as well use that fact to her advantage. No one cared about the people behind the scenes as long as celebrities were present. 

The chill of the Los Angeles winter air didn’t bite as much as it did back in Minnesota and Roxy’s nose wrinkled at the bitter scent of gasoline as the limo pulled away from the curb. Folding her arms over one another did little to curb the goosebumps forming over her skin; The temperature and her onslaught of unpleasant emotions were working in tandem to make her as uncomfortable as possible. 

While the boys took their time walking down the black carpet rolled outside the venue doors, it gave the writer some time to scope the place out before entering. From the outside, the building appeared somewhat run-down - chipping white paint revealing dark brown metal underneath, lights on the outer walls flickering, cracks in the sidewalk - but based on the other buildings around which were styled with the impeccable glamor of Hollywood, she figured it must have been made to give off the air of abandonment. 

People from Los Angeles are so weird…

However, the venue called back memories of the ancient dives and abandoned warehouses the punks of Duluth would take over for nights at a time, constructing makeshift stages in rooms covered baseboard to ceiling in graffiti to play shows. She, Mag, and Dani had only been to a handful of gigs like that, mostly preferring to stick to the basement and small local music venue circuits, but warehouse shows had been something they’d talked about doing more before the band’s untimely breakup. 

Brand New Day was already one album in and still getting to accomplish even more of the goals they’d made ages ago. 

Kelly and Gustavo trailed a few feet behind the boys, showing the invitation they’d received at Rocque Records last night to the doormen, and Roxy a few feet behind them, presenting her own hand-delivered invitation. The processes seemed far too formal for her taste, considering the three of them used to crash house shows uninvited all the time.  

The inside of the venue wasn’t starkly different from the outside, it still had the same general theming but was paid far more attention to. While not as large as a commercial building, it was slightly larger than the two dance studios of Rocque Records put together; There was a moderate amount of guests present. Around her, the white walls practically shone, as though they’d been scrubbed twenty times over, the wooden floor was waxed to perfection, and the high ceilings made it perfect for the chatter of the party patrons to carry appropriately while not making the space seem too packed. 

If she had to wager, she’d bet Mag and Dani weren’t given creative control, like Big Time Rush wasn’t at their first album release party, and their producer had likely taken that duty on to impress investors, Galactic Records employees, and even fans.

Fans, Roxy’s mind echoed, causing an unpleasant lump to lodge itself in her throat. Eyes sweeping over the floor allowed her to spot a table filled to the brim with drinks and hors d'oeuvres, likely her next stop, a makeshift stage in the back of the venue with a dance floor cordoned off, an area with tables and chairs, and a section where a long line of teens who didn’t look much older than her and her friends were lined up. In front of the line, a small plastic table, piled high with CD jewel cases, and, of course, Mag and Dani, chatting with attendees, signing autographs, and taking pictures with each and every person in line.  

It probably would have been a good idea to listen to the album before attending the party, just to know which of her private thoughts were currently being aired out in the world in the form of music, but when she’d opened up SnoobTube and saw “Heartswell Summer” on the home page, she’d slammed the device shut so fast she feared she may have shattered the screen. 

When it came to Big Time Rush and their musical accolades, Roxy tended to ignore what she could. She had no idea how many of their songs had been promoted by SnoobTube, the number of streams their songs had earned, the types of rankings on Billboard charts - Except for “Til I Forget About You” which James told her almost entered the Hot 100 - or the fan favorites. Music taste was so personal and subjective, she didn’t want to learn how the public felt about her own favorite Big Time Rush songs or which ones were more popular than others. 

If she were to start caring about meaningless numbers and public perception, she feared she would lose sight of the real reason she wrote songs and forgo personal art and expression for the sake of others. At their audition, she’d promised Gustavo she wasn’t interested in working for him for money or fame; That was a vow she intended to keep. 

Mag and Dani on the other hand, seemed to have lost sight of that already, basking in the attention their fans were giving them at the signing table as she glanced over one final time before making her way to the refreshments. 

The band and their bosses were somewhere on the other side of the venue curating the social media posts they’d been contracted to make, leaving the assistant to her own devices. Everything would be fine if her friends stayed on the opposite side and the other two stayed at the table until the performance Mag had mentioned at her door the other night. 

Whatever it took for this night to end, she’d be happy with. 

At the very least, whoever was catering the event had a wonderful array of delicious-looking foods on display. The smell of freshly baked bread and sweets curled around the assistant’s nose - so aromatic she envisioned herself floating over to the table like a character in a Sunday morning cartoon. Though attempting to enjoy herself this evening felt like a long shot, this was a good place to start. 

From the white tablecloth, Roxy took a small plate and piled it high with as many sweet things as she could find. Even if she and her old friends didn’t have too much in common anymore, it seemed as though she’d be able to rely on their superior taste in deserts for just one night. 

With a comical amount of food stacked up - Roxy told herself it was all to share with the boys because that’s what a good assistant would do - when she got to the end of the gorgeous display, she spied a brownie that she absolutely needed to have and reached for it. 

“Roxanne?” someone asked from behind her, and the writer slowly around, feeling like she’d been caught in the middle of something she shouldn’t have been doing. “I see you haven’t changed one bit!”

Eyes landing on the teenager in front of her, the fake smile Roxy’d been forcing all night slowly loosened into a real one. “Sydnee?”

The bright purple blush on Sydnee’s cheeks stood out against the brown rose of her cheeks, just as colorful as the rest of her outfit. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here!”

Neither was Roxy, admittedly, but why wouldn’t Dani’s girlfriend fly out for her partner’s album release party? 

Though the chuckle she let out was humorless, the assistant set her plate down and wrapped the far taller girl into a hug. Despite her issues with her old band, that was no reason to hold a grudge against those who had fallen out of her life because of it. She just wished she’d realized she might have to see others from her past at the party before running into them. “I was in the area. And the band I work for got an invite, so…”

Sydnee squeezed her back with such intensity Roxy feared one of her ribs might crack. “Now that I think about it, Dani mentioned you were staying in the same hotel! So, what? Got your big break after leaving the band? Have I heard any of your stuff on the radio?”

The question wasn’t meant to be condescending, and nothing in Sydnee’s tone made it sound that way, but Roxy was just the right mix of anxious and stressed to take it as such. Thanking the musical gods Sydnee didn’t ask her why she left the band, she took a breath and answered. 

“Not on any of the stations you listen to,” Smile faltering, she referred to Sydnee’s love of reggaeton. “Daddy Yankee and I don’t run in the same circles.” 

As if it were the funniest joke in the world, the other girl tilted her beautiful features back, a handful of long, lilac-beaded braids falling over her shoulders as they shook. “Come on! You know I’m all about Today’s Top 40 when those two fools aren’t around.” 

Thumb jerking in the direction of the signing table, the euphoria of seeing an old friend was virtually eliminated when Roxy remembered the real reason she was there. The both of them still had a huge line of fans to get through; Currently engaged with a pair of teenage girls at the signing table. 

“My fools are over there,” She shared, pointing in the opposite direction of the party space, where James, Kendall, Carlos, and Logan were all posing for a photo Kelly was taking, each one of them holding a copy of the album Barely Hanging On.

Even the title of the album had been ripped right from the pages of her book. 

Stone brown eyes following her finger, Sydnee’s eyes widened.

Inadvertently, Roxy held her breath, waiting for the usual reaction she’d get when offhandedly mentioning she worked for Big Time Rush to the new, young Palm Woods residents, but it never came. 

“No way! A three-piece band to a five-piece? You must finally have a bass player!”

More than once, Sydnee had made fun of her partner and friends back in Minnesota for their startling lack of a bassist. The jokes about them “almost being a real band” used to bother Roxy quite a bit, but these days, it certainly didn’t matter to her anymore.

Hands drawing around her waist, Roxy found herself looking down at the linoleum tile. “It’s just the four of them, actually. Having a girl around kind of defeats the entire purpose of a boy band. My role is more behind the scenes, writing, producing, assisting… But I’m part of the touring band!”

“Oh… A boy band? Wow…” Sydnee’s eyes flickered, dimples disappearing momentarily before she drew up another smile just as quickly. “That must be fun. I’m happy for you, Roxy.”

Just as the girl opened her mouth to thank her friend, she continued. 

“It’s just disappointing knowing I won’t see you, Mag, and Dani rocking out like I used to. Hard to believe you’d give up your own band for some assistant job.” 

A slap to the face might have been nicer than the insinuation that Roxy was a sell-out. The look on her face must have communicated her emotions, despite the daze swirling around her brain, as Sydnee’s brows shot up, hands flying out in front of her and waving wildly as she cried, “Sorry! I didn’t mean that in a bad way!”

I knew coming to this thing was a bad idea.

Sour taste entering her mouth, the assistant nearly gagged on her own spit as she tried to come up with something to say back - an excuse to end the conversation, some fake pleasantries, a question about the weather, anything - until Logan called her name from behind her. 

In an instant, the boys who had been busy creating their contracted advertisement swarmed around her; Carlos picking up the plate she’d left on the table and munching on one of the gigantic chocolate cookies she’d been stacking up before getting roped into the conversation with Sydnee.

Their first meeting had been at a party too, Roxy recalled, back during their freshman year. While Mag and Dani weren’t party people, the third of their trio was, and she’d been invited by one of the junior varsity cheerleaders in her English class to a kickback after the first football game of the season. Too afraid to go alone, she asked the other two to come as well. 

Mag had agreed to attend at Roxy’s promise it would be good to scope out which of the people at their high school might be interested in coming to one of their shows and Dani had agreed if they could bring their partner. So, introduced for the first time in the cheerleader’s crowded living room, the two girls danced the night away while the other two kept to themselves in the kitchen. 

While they certainly weren’t best friends, they were always friendly with each other, or so Roxy had thought, until Sydnee’s backhanded statement moments ago. 

“Hey!” Carlos greeted, sweet as ever, while some crumbs trailed down his front. Turning to his assistant, he questioned, “Who’s this?” 

Now outnumbered, Sydnee shot Roxy a sympathetic smile, sorry for how her words had come out. Regardless, Roxy brushed it off like usual, but the comment only added to her emotional pile-up. Tonight wasn’t about starting fights; Big Time Rush was collecting a check and getting out as quickly and painlessly as they could. 

“Boys, this is Sydnee Vélez, an old friend,” Pausing for emphasis on that last word, Roxy smiled so hard her cheeks began to ache. “She and Dani have been together, for, like, ever. Isn’t it sweet she flew all the way from Duluth to support them tonight?” 

One by one, they introduced themselves to the newcomer, more than happy to make a new acquaintance. 

From there, the boys were able to carry on the conversation as they moved to the seating area, and Roxy was able to zone out and take stock of the venue now that the party guests were starting to settle in. The line at the signing table had finally died down, Mag and Dani still sitting behind the black tablecloth as they talked about whatever, laughter carrying across the hall. Most of the fans were lingering around the roped-off dance floor in front of the stage, hoping to be as close to the barricade as possible for Brand New Day’s first performance post-album release. 

Gustavo and Kelly were socializing over at the tables set up by the refreshments, presumably networking with Galactic Record’s finest songwriters and producers though Roxy knew that they’d likely never speak again after this party ended… 

A pair of adult men who looked suspiciously like the Madden brothers walked in front of her, blocking her view of her bosses.

Ugh…

A bit beyond them, she noticed Mr. and Mrs. Huron, sitting together at one of the smaller tables, beaming with pride. Dani’s features looked almost exactly like their parents; Sharing the same long, straight brown hair, brilliant green eyes, and ochre complexion. The two of them were locked in conversation with Ms. McAllister, who wore a similar expression on her pale, sunken face. Unlike the Hurons, Mag and his mother were almost physical polar opposites, her wavy, straw-blonde hair didn’t come close to matching Dani’s midnight black curls, nor did his round cheeks compare to the hollowness of his mother’s. 

Between the two women, Mr. Huron was doing his best to translate their conversation into sign language for his wife and spoken word for Ms. McAllister.

Though none of the three adults had been thrilled at the band’s beginning, apparently it had finally paid off enough for them to show some support for their children’s careers. Roxy remembered long conversations with her friends, the two of them complaining about how their parents had forced them to aim for “realistic” aspirations, like Mag’s mother signing him up for an internship at the healthcare company she worked for, or how the Hurons had practically forbade Dani from playing shows toward the beginning of the band’s timeline. 

All things that, to the writer, seemed entirely ridiculous. Why allow your child to cultivate such an impressive musical skill and then try to clip their wings the moment they decide to pursue that instead of something conventional? 

That’s exactly what her grandparents had done to her father; There’s a reason he hadn’t spoken to either of them in seventeen years.

As much as Roxy couldn’t stand the two, no one could deny that Dani was an incredible, dedicated musician. There was hardly a time they were seen without drumsticks in their hands. They used to drive teachers crazy with their relentless tapping on desks while they lectured. 

Mag’s effortless skill on the guitar while wowing the crowd with his fine-tuned and captivating voice was no small feat either. Like the boys in Big Time Rush, he was a natural-born performer, craving the spotlight more than anything else in the world. 

The two of them were beyond talented; While they were all still friends it was hard to stand by and watch their parents try to convince them otherwise. 

Should I go say hi? The girl contemplated, turning to see her friends laughing at something Sydnee had said, before remembering the last time she’d seen the Hurons they’d busted the three of them for having a gig in their basement when they thought they’d be going away for the weekend. Ms. McAllister wasn’t her biggest fan either; Roxy had driven one too many needles into her son’s ears, lips, and nose to think she was a good influence on her “sweet boy.” 

Absentmindedly, her fingers rose to fiddle with her earrings, thinking of the piercings he’d given her in return. Then, she wondered if Mag or Dani had thought to send her father an invite to the party. 

Of all their parents, he’d been the one to foster their creative talent - Driving them to shows, helping them load and unload gear, and giving his input when necessary. Should there be anyone Brand New Day needed to thank for getting off the ground and breaking into the industry, it was Declan Somerset. 

Roxy blinked, figuring she should call her dad and tell him how much she loved him when this whole ordeal was over. 

“Psst,” Someone whispered from behind her, saving her from a stroll farther down memory lane. God forbid she start to remember the good times she’d had with her old friends. 

When she turned, Roxy found herself face to face with Carlos, still holding the plate he’d picked up from her earlier. Contagious grin reaching out to her, he shared, “One video of the live performance and a video with the band afterward and we’re out of here.”

“Oddly specific contract requirements but, that’s good.” The girl wasn’t able to say much beyond what she needed to. “Hopefully they’ll finish the…”

Line of sight reaching the signing table, the writer noticed the line had dissipated and Mag and Dani were nowhere to be seen. All of the fans were beginning to crowd around the stage now that they were allowed on the dance floor, pushing and shoving at one another to try and be on the barricade line and have the best view of Brand New Day’s performance of their first album.

Carlos followed her gaze. “Oh, yeah! Sydnee said they’re going to start up soon - Apparently, Dani is very good on the drums. She’s excited to see the energy they’ll bring tonight.”

“They’re one of the best…” Roxy swallowed the rest of her compliment.

“Why don’t you come and join us until then?” He suggested, pushing the plate in the direction of the rest of the band; Logan appeared to be in the middle of recounting a story, arms waving wildly as he spoke. In return, Sydnee gasped, covering her mouth with her palm. That was when James and Kendall jumped in, attempting to speak over each other to recount the next part of their tale. “When they’re done she said she’d tell us all about you before we met!”

Internally, the assistant cringed, wanting to cause any sort of distraction to keep that from happening. Maybe I’m strong enough to pull the tablecloth out from under the food…?

Instead, Roxy just shook her head at his comment, racking her brain for any kind of excuse to get her out of talking to Sydnee again. “I think I’m going to use the restroom actually… Look out for James for me, would you?” 

Taking a bite of one of the iced brownies, the boy in front of her nodded, “Sure thing, Rox. Holler if you need anything.”

Just as she went to turn away from him, she noticed James trying to get her attention from where he stood a few feet away. 

Hi! His wave indicated, before he tried to beckon her back over with the curling of few fingers.

No thanks! She willed back, taking a slow blink before pointing her thumb to the side, attempting to share, Be right back. 

Chin jutting out, she watched as his eyes flickered back to Sydnee, still showing interest in their conversation, before he placed his palm to his mouth and blew his girlfriend a kiss. See you soon.

Of course you will, I can’t stay away from you. Roxy thought, unsure of how to convey that beyond pretending to catch the imaginary kiss and place it on her cheek. 

Now flushed pink, she planted herself on the edge wall of the venue and followed it until she came upon a small hallway with the icon of a man and a woman hanging from a sign above the entry and decided that was good enough. 

As long as she could hang out away from the crowd for a little while, she figured she’d be able to coast through the rest of the night incident-free. No Sydnee, no Mag and Dani, no parents - Just her and her head, racing at approximately a thousand miles per minute. 

Maybe Logan was right, she silently concluded, finding herself in front of the washroom mirror. Dark bags were setting in under her eyes. A cooling splash of water from the sink to her face would’ve done wonders to calm her down, but it would come with the price of ruining the makeup she’d spent an hour trying to perfect. I don’t need to be here.

Too much time had been spent worrying about others in the hours leading up to this party; Just the thought of the boys and Brand New Day interacting tonight was able to launch her into a tailspin. In all that time, she hadn’t even thought to step back and judge how her attendance would take a toll on her as well. 

But the night’s almost over, she reminded herself, and on the way home, you can convince James to call out of work tomorrow and go on an adventure.

Yeah. That sounded nice. Deserved.

And that was enough to calm her pounding heart, watching her chest start to rise and fall normally under the burnt sienna of her halter top in the reflection. 

You will get through this. You always do.

Roxy ran a few fingers through her hair, smoothing it down at the part before taking both her hands and poofing it up, running her nails lightly back and forth across her scalp - Shaking out the negative thoughts and feelings stirring around up there. 

Now, her goal as she made her way out of the restroom and back over to her friends was to avoid anything else that might ruin her newfound good mood, as she pulled out her phone and googled “Most romantic things to do in Los Angeles” to pitch some ideas to James.

If she’d waited even a second longer before burying her nose and weaving through the mass of people in front of her, she would’ve caught sight of the untapped cable that had been laid to the stage directly in the middle of her path back to her friends. 

Without warning, the toe of her ankle boots slipped under the thick wire and as she mindlessly scrolled the webpage she found it caught. Cable growing taught, it completely restricted her movement.

Stomach lurching as she began to hurtle forward, Roxy let out an involuntary yelp, one hand clutching her phone while the other flailed helplessly as she went down, down, down… Right into the chest of the person standing on the path in front of her. 

Calloused fingers dug into her upper arm to steady her while her cheek landed on the leather lapel of a jacket adorned with dozens of buttons and pins. 

PROUDLY SERVING MY CORPORATE MASTERS read the white text on a blue background, encased in a small circular button right in her line of sight and Roxy let out a string of curses, scrambling to pick herself up and shove the person off her as quickly as possible. 

When she’d found that button at a thrift store in Duluth, she’d thought it a funny gift, but now, pinned to Mag’s jacket at his first album release party under one of America’s largest record labels, she felt as though the satirical element might have been lost on him. 

“Wow, now that’s one way to say ‘thank you,’” The boy joked, cracking an award-winning smile down at his former bandmate. “But I’m glad we ran into each other, actually-”

“I was just leaving,” Roxy cut him off, pointing vaguely at the space behind him. Eyes trailing to the side of him, she couldn’t even bear to look up at the singer as they spoke. “My friends are back there, somewhere.”

The sooner this conversation was over, the better.

Shaking out his fingers before crossing his arms, Mag let out a small hum barely discernable over the chatter of the crowd surrounding them. “Glad they got our invitation too! Of course, it wasn’t quite like yours… But it’s nice to see all of you showing up to support us. Did you get a chance to pick up a copy of the album yet?” 

“No sense in wasting twenty bucks on a CD I won’t use.” Channeling her best inner Dani impression, she let out what she hoped came off as an unbothered scoff.

As the girl took a step forward, trying to signal the end of the conversation, Mag took a step back. “Just hang on a second! I’ve got one here…” His hands fell from his chest and patted down his pockets with a few soft thuds. “Somewhere…”

Out of his inner jacket pocket, he produced the jewel case containing Barely Hanging On and extended it out to her. The cover featured a photoshopped image of the two of them, cartoonish expressions of horror on their faces as they pretended to hold onto the top of the H in the Hollywood sign. 

As he requested, Roxy reluctantly took the CD, hoping he couldn’t see the way her hands had worked up a slight tremor. Assuming that was all, she once more tried to continue on her way. 

“Hang on! Check the booklet, Rox. I left a little surprise for you in there.” 

The use of her nickname sent a sheen of sweat unpleasantly rolling down her back; He’d lost the right to call her that long ago and no matter how many times she kept reminding him, he just couldn’t seem to remember. That in combination with whatever he thought to point out as surprise-worthy and the girl was beginning to grow queasy as well. “I’ll find out later. Excuse me.”

 On her third attempt to maneuver around the boy in front of her, she made the mistake of glancing his way and finding the unyielding attention of his bright blue eyes, vast and endless. The kind of fixating gaze someone would love to get lost in.  

I can’t believe that used to work on me, she chastised her past self, cringing at how she’d misinterpreted their friendship and built it up to be far more inside her head. A year and a half ago, she’d be clamoring for any crumb of attention he could give her, and now it was as easy blowing him off as it was to breathe. Life’s funny like that…

“Please?” Mag inquired, a few of his black curls sweeping over his eyes as he tapped on the case with a black painted nail. “Think of it as a peace offering if nothing else.”

“A peace offering?” 

Immediately, not knowing what took control of her hands, Roxy popped the case open and slid out the insert, the picture of Mag and Dani staring back at her as she tucked the plastic under her arm and flipped through the small book. Going along with the theme of the cover image, the pages containing the lyrics, acknowledgments, and legal elements were stylized to look like a map of the Hollywood Hills. Mixed in along the way were photos, some she recognized from their early days as a band and others that appeared to have been taken throughout their journey in L.A. 

Nothing in particular stood out to her, so she kept her place using her thumb and used the paper to smack Mag on the shoulder. “Dude, whatever-”

That felt more casual than she’d liked, but she didn’t spend too much time dwelling on the action before he spoke again. “The credits?”

Roxy blinked up at him, mind going blank. 

Opening the booklet again, she could hardly get her vision to focus as she followed the line of text down the first page for the opening song, from the title to the lyrics to the compositional credits. It was there, in shiny black bold letters.

Lyrics and guitar composed by Roxanne Somerset.

Line of sight jumping over to the next page for the second song, there it was again, and on the third, the fourth, all the way through the complete tracklist. 

It must have been nearly impossible for her to contain the shock on her face, and judging by the cheery laugh escaping Mag’s lips, he found the way she tore through the book to look at every song to find her name underneath entirely amusing. 

“I just wanted to apologize,” He shared, “What happened the day you left the band was entirely my fault… You’d still be here with us if I hadn’t been such a complete ass. So, this is a thank you, an apology, and hopefully, a way to start making up as well - Our manager said she’d talk with your boss tonight and make sure all the writing copyright and royalties and whatever else goes to you.”

“Mag, I…” Roxy was at a complete loss. Ever since Brand New Day had unexpectedly moved to the Palm Woods she’d been worried about the two of them passing off her work as their own, skyrocketing to the top of the pop rock charts without so much as a thought about how it might have affected her. “You still took my songs. I wasn’t there for recording or mixing or-”

“I know. We fucked up, Rox, big time, but you know how badly we needed out of Duluth.” He looked up to the ceiling, taking a deep breath. “All three of us were bigger than that stupid, stifling town.”

Taking the case from where she tucked it under her arm, Roxy popped it back open and slid the insert back inside. “That doesn’t make it okay. Not in the slightest.”

When her voice broke on the last word, Mag’s head snapped back down, brow softening as he pulled one of his lip rings between his teeth. “Every song was done by the notes in your book - I swear. Just give the album a listen before you judge.”

“I don’t own a CD player,” She fought back. Sweaty fists balling up into her skirt, the writer breathed, “Anything worth listening to can be recorded onto a tape.”

At her words, Mag smiled, reaching back into the pocket of his jacket. A few of the pins could be heard clanking together. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten too much about you, Roxy. I know mixtapes are one of your favorite forms of communication and this is likely the most important one I’ve ever made.”

A black and white tape was pressed into her hands and Mag finally moved out of her way. Black and red flannel wrapped around his waist swaying with each step, he paused when they were shoulder to shoulder, dropping his mouth to her ear and murmuring, “Accept my apology or don’t. I just want my friend back.”

Roxy twirled the cassette in her hands. “Start with telling everyone here you didn’t write these songs and I’ll think about thinking about it.”

***

In the twenty minutes between meeting up with her friends and the house lights going down to signal Brand New Day’s show was about to start, Roxy had fumbled her way through conversations, not registering much of what was going on around her.

The day had already been too much. Fighting with Gustavo and Griffin, not to mention the disaster of a limo ride where the producer had all but yelled at her for voicing this party was a bad idea, and now, she had Mag’s so-called apology to consider. The cassette he’d given her was burning a hole in her mini backpack, one she could feel on the small of her back as she and the boys made their way over to the V.I.P. viewing area. 

To top it all off, she couldn’t even find comfort in her boyfriend until the party was over, despite walking right next to him, in case any of the news outlets attending the party caught sight of the two of them. With everything going on right now, that was only an added stress flowing through Roxy’s head. 

Slowly, as she, the band, and their bosses took their place at the set of circular standing tables beside the stage, she could practically feel the hemispheres of her brain pull apart from each other, resulting in one of the most splitting headaches she’d ever had. It was only added to once the Hurons and Ms. McAllister arrived at the tables in front of them. 

“Okay, here’s the plan,” Kendall whispered behind her, effectively pulling her out of the heavy daze she’d found herself swimming in. “Logan, you disrupt the fog machine and set it to produce as much fog as possible; If no one can see the band, they can’t play. Carlos, the stairs to the mezzanine are to the left, make sure the spotlights are out, okay? James, the audio control booth is being set up in the middle of the room. I took a peek earlier and it’s exactly like Gustavo’s - If you can mess with the microphone sound, I’ll take care of the instrument sound. And Rox…” The boy pushed a bottle of Peppy Cola her way, glass screeching unpleasantly across the table. “You just sit here and enjoy Brand New Day’s downfall. Everyone got it?” 

With three of the boys letting out an emphatic, “Yes!” it was quite hard to hear Roxy whisper, “No.”

From her right side, Carlos bumped elbows with her. “If you don’t want to stand around, you can come with me to the mezzanine! There’s probably a bunch of lights we can mess with.”

Enthused giggle leaving his lips, he linked his arm through hers and made a move in the direction Kendall had pointed out earlier. Though it jostled her a bit due to his hockey player strength, Roxy managed to hold her ground, feeling both of her hands fly up to the black tabletop, nails attempting to dig into the solid surface. 

When Carlos’ brow furrowed, he stopped trying to pull her along but kept their arms linked together. “Maybe you’d feel more comfortable at the audio booth?”

Roxy’s mouth opened to respond, but no sound came out. 

“I could use a hand with the fog machine, if I’m being honest,” Logan tried, tossing a weak smile in his assistant’s direction. Both of them knew he didn’t, he was just doing his best to include her in their plan to sabotage Brand New Day’s show. “If one of us follows the chord to whatever power source it’s hooked up to, we could manage to increase the electrical current flowing to the-”

“Guys, just stop for a second.” The cautious words from James caused the girl to increase her grip on the table as he cut Logan off. It was almost as if he were upset about something, though she wasn’t sure if he had some reason to be. 

Did something happen while I was away?

“Roxy? You don’t want us to do anything, do you?” He asked, plain as day. For a boy who was often quite lacking in situational awareness, he’d zoomed into her problem far quicker than any of their friends. 

Had they not been in a crowded room, she’d reach up, knot her fingers in his t-shirt, and pull him down into an earth-shattering kiss. 

When she shook her head, she was finally able to release her fingers from the table, though they soon resumed keeping busy as she began to pick at her cuticles. Now that they’d gotten to the root of the problem, she wasn’t sure she wanted to explain to them why she felt that way. 

Should she clue them into her conversation with Mag? It wasn’t any of their business, but they were her best friends. Maybe they’d understand where she was coming from, why she wanted to believe he was truly apologetic for his actions. But on the other hand, what if they didn’t comprehend why she was considering what they’d talked about? Any criticism hurtling her way would probably break her, let alone statements about her ability to judge character. 

There had been a reason she’d been pulled into Mag and Dani’s world their freshman year. The two of them had been good friends. Her best friends.  They’d given her a space to express her feelings judgment-free and had taken a chance on the least punk-presenting person in all of Duluth to help give rise to the band they’d built together. 

She didn’t want to forget the long nights they’d spent together, handing out fliers outside of record stores, hanging out in the radio station during her overnight shifts, or the shows they’d handcrafted, piecing the setlists together as though their lives depended on it. Even outside of their band, they’d been the first two to explore their hometown with her, they’d gotten through Mag’s father's passing together, and survived the horrors of American public schooling by each other's sides. 

Those were the people she remembered them to be; Those were the people she still wanted them to be. Was it so wrong to want her friends back too?

The pit in her stomach certainly told her it was.

Even if she wasn’t entirely sure she was still willing to forgive them for what they’d done, if Mag truly meant what he had said earlier, this might be the performance he makes it right, and Roxy wasn’t interested in sabotaging that in any way… Selfish as that might be. 

“No,” she confirmed, daring to pull her nails from the bloody mess she’d eventually make if she kept pulling at her skin and reaching down to her side to lock pinkies with her boyfriend. Though that wasn’t the physical comfort she sought at the moment, it would have to do for now. “If something goes wrong and it’s traced back to the four of you, Gustavo’d throw a fit. He’s already on edge…”

Looking around the table, she took note of nodding heads, until Kendall slammed one hand down on the table, causing her to flinch at the sound, practically shouting, “Rox, who gives a fuck? These two completely screwed you over!”

Kendall yelling at her? That was certainly a new experience - One she didn’t take well to at all. 

“Still! That’s my music they’re about to play up there!” She roared back, feeling the line that had been tightening all night finally snap, goosebumps prickling down her arms at the tone he’d taken with her. “That’s serious shit, Kendall! That’s personal. My heart is up there on that stage with every word, every strum of a guitar chord… Credited to my name or not, if the four of you hatch some stupid, wacky plan and ruin that, you’d be screwing me over, too!”

“Don’t you understand? People like Mag and Dani need to be taught a lesson! Or they’ll just keep getting what they want over, and over! Those two did some damage, Roxy, we see it whenever you try to keep an unfinished song from us or carry your problems alone-”

Chest constricting, Roxy didn’t bother to quell her words. Whatever was getting Kendall so worked up, letting him think it was fine to raise his voice at her affected her tenfold. “There’s nothing of mine left for them to take! It seems you’ve forgotten that’s your job now!”

Silence. 

James let his hand fall from hers. 

By the way her friends gaped at her declaration, she had been right to hold back the contents of her conversation with Mag. 

Finally, she found where they differ; Big Time Rush wanted revenge for what had been done to their assistant. Roxy wanted, needed, recompense. 

Carlos glanced somewhere behind Roxy before his line of sight made it down to the black tablecloth. “You think our plans are stupid?”

“Is… writing for us not fun anymore?” Across the table, Logan’s question further twisted Carlos’ knife.

And all at once, the conversation that was meant to bring the five of them together that night left the writer feeling fully isolated. Her heart throbbed, unpleasantly mixing in with the beginnings of a bass drum beat blaring through the stage speakers, blood pouring into her ears as the pangs of anger prickled her brow. Beginnings of anything she could possibly say next were swallowed up by the crowd’s ovation as the lights went up and Brand New Day took the stage - That was probably a good thing, too, because if Kendall wanted a yelling match, Roxy was just bothered enough to give him one. 

Of all the things she had to be right about that night, her statement about her heart being on stage rattled around her head as she recognized the opening riff to the first song, “Into the Night.” Based on the night of Brand New Day’s first show, an evening blazed into Roxy’s memory from the pure emotional overload, Mag began to sing the lyrics. His unrefined, raw, voice stood out from music perfectly, sounding like the punk singers he’d spent so much time learning vocals from on old CD tracks in his bedroom.

Goddamn it, the girl thought, taking everything in, it does sound just like I imagined it would.

As the song went on, she tried to reach out to James, only to find his arms crossed against his chest, watching Mag very intently as he jumped around the stage while he played. When she attempted to place a hand on his arm, he shrugged her off, not even bothering to look over in her direction. 

“Babe,” She called, almost directly into his ear, but the sound coming from the speakers was far too loud, drowning out any possibility of her soft tone reaching his ears. 

That, or more likely, he was pretending like he couldn’t hear anything but the music.

***

“Heartswell Summer” was the last song and lead single off Barely Hanging On. 

A song Roxy had written after Mag had gotten his driver’s license, when the two of them had taken his mom’s car keys and joyrode around Duluth the summer of their sophomore year. Taking on surface streets and highways together, daring to head down little one-way mountain roads, and overall, just enjoying the company of a friend.

Something had been… freeing about the entire interaction; The idea that someone she knew besides her father was able to drive her places was a major plus, but also, the ability to potentially play shows outside of their hometown. That excited the two of them more than anything. 

Originally, Dani was set to come with them on their drive to nowhere, wasting as much gas as they could before they would inevitably have to come back home and beg Ms. McAllister to refill the tank - none of them had ever pumped gas before - but they had to pass. Sydnee’s family’s upholstery store needed someone to cover the register while her sister had her tonsils out and they were more than happy to step up to the plate. 

Looking back, had Dani been there, Roxy wasn’t sure she’d have been able to come up with the song in the first place. There’s no way they’d let them listen to Mag’s Saves The Day CD or park the car at the cliffs of the North Shore, staring out the front windshield and admiring the beauty of the lake scene in front of them. 

The two of them weren’t talking about anything important, in fact, as she tried to search the recesses of her memory to try and take a guess as to what it was, she couldn’t even come up with anything. At one point, he’d turned to her as they spoke and his unwavering attention caused her mouth to go dry. 

Then, her heartbeat a little faster. Palms grew sweaty as she held tightly to the soda cup they’d gotten at the Bun In A Million drive-thru. When she laughed at whatever jokes he made, there was a little something extra behind it. 

Sure, she’d been on a date before, kissed a guy even, but none of the new feelings she’d encountered that day even came close to what she was experiencing in the passenger seat of Mag’s car. 

On the way home, they’d sung along to his CD until their voices were gone and the minute she got home, she locked herself in her bedroom and wrote “Heartswell Summer.”

A few months later, that song had been the catalyst for her humiliating departure from Brand New Day. 

Now, hearing the final chorus escape Mag’s lips, Dani, sweaty, but still expertly pounding away at their drum kit to round the song out, Roxy decided for the first time in ages, she was glad to have written it, even in the wake of the pain it had caused her. Without it, she’d have never considered signing up for Gustavo’s talent auditions, never leading her to meet Big Time Rush, never have allowed her to travel the United States playing her songs for crowds of thousands and thousands. 

The applause the duo had garnered was well deserved, no denying those two put on an excellent show. It was also evident Brand New Day had no place for her any longer, even if a small part of her had thought that there was the slightest possibility, and admittedly, that realization didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. 

Roxy’s place was with Big Time Rush - A fact she’d overlooked tonight for the sake of the past and people she used to love. But that didn’t change the fact she wanted to get in Kendall’s face and scream, show him how upset his tone had made her, how he made it sound like she wasn’t able to solve her problems on her own.

Control freak… 

It had been a good while since she’d been this agitated, there was a reason she’d been drawn the punk music after all, feeling the need to get it out all at one person. She hadn’t allowed herself to yell at Dak after their break up or at Camille when she’d kissed James, because she thought herself better than that. Now, she was pretty sure if that blond boy got anywhere in her vicinity she’d explode.

The worst part? Though anger like this was healthy every once and a while, Roxy was usually able to channel it into something good, like a song, but her mind was just drawing blank after blank. A kid with a white crayon scribbling and wondering why nothing was showing up on the page. 

With no outlet like that, she knew she’d better keep her mouth shut before their fight evolved into something bigger than it already was. At some point, she’d have to apologize, especially for dragging the other three into it unprompted, but that was the farthest thing from her mind right now as Mag and Dani took their bows, stepping up to the microphone to say their thank you’s to the crowd. 

With the sound of clapping slowly starting to dissipate, Mag strummed a few chords on the baby blue guitar over his shoulder - The one that had inspired Roxy to write the track “Baby Blue” - before stepping up, joking, “That’s enough of that! Stop it!” before placing his hands over his heart. 

“Plenty of people in our lives deserve the applause far more than we do,” Dani followed, pulling out a sheet of paper from their back pocket. Sound of crinkling paper coming through the mic, they spoke in their usual nonchalant manner. “Even though you get to see the two of us up here, Brand New Day is far more than Mag and I.”

“First off, we’d like to thank our parents… Not very punk, we know, but we really wouldn’t be here without their constant and unwavering support!” 

Dani waved his hand up and down, prompting the crowd to cheer louder and louder, as one of the spotlights found its way to the table where the Hurons and Ms. McAllister were sat. An odd first choice to the girl, considering she could remember plenty of times they hadn’t been supportive. Considering she hadn’t been around them for a little over a year, what did she know about their current parental relationships?

Another lazy riff and Mag let it ring through the speakers before taking the mic again, “And of course, none of this would be possible if the lovely and talented producer, Chelsea Northrop, hadn’t taken a chance on our little band…”

The light found a middle-aged woman in the crowd, bright red hair contrasting greatly with the black of her power suit, and she politely waved. No trace of a smile on her face despite the band receiving so much positive feedback from fans in real-time. 

Running their hand down the written list in their hands, Dani smiled before crumpling up the paper and throwing it behind their back. They leaned into Mag’s grip on the mic. “One more person…” 

Roxy’s heart skipped. 

“...Well, more like a group of people: The fans! Thank you all so much for always showing up for us, buying our music, hyping us up online… The growth of Brand New Day can’t be attributed to anyone else. We can’t wait to keep making music you all love!” With a flip of their long hair over their shoulder, the house lights illuminated the crowd, and it appeared as though Dani was reaching down to the front of the stage to pull one of the setlists off and hand it to someone in the front when Mag drew his pick up and down the strings again.

With a few clicks of his tongue and a wry smile, the black-haired boy waggled his finger toward the audience. “Speaking of fans… Were any of you lucky enough to see us when we were a shitty little cover band back in our hometown?” 

One person in the audience cheered, “Hell yeah!” with an emphatic fist pump, inspiring Roxy to let out a “Whoo!” of her own from the sidelines, clapping her hands together as loud as she could just so the big room wasn’t so quiet. 

“Well then, you might have noticed we downsized from a trio to a duo - Fear not, our best friend Roxanne Somerset is still with us behind the scenes. Not only did she write every song we played up here tonight, and the entire album if I’m being honest. She also helped arrange all of the covers we played back home. Dani and I don’t think her nearly enough, so Rox, if you’re out there, what do you say to playing one more song with us?”

Dani froze, looking at the singer with wide eyes. 

Recompense. Just like she’d wanted. Only now she was learning she’d bit off far more than she was willing to chew when the same annoying spotlight Carlos had promised to bust found her on the sidelines, nearly blinding her. It took all she had not to bring her hands up to her face to block the light, and the crowd’s chant of, “One more song! One more song!” didn’t leave her much choice. 

Caught in a catch-22, Roxy didn’t have much time to mull over her decision. Play the song or don’t. Piss off Big Time Rush or piss off Brand New Day.

Accept my apology or don’t.

 Turning the offer down would just be downright embarrassing, especially in front of so many people, and when her eyes finally adjusted to the light, she could see her friends in the V.I.P. section staring straight back at her, trying to determine her choice. 

When Kendall slowly shook his head in her direction, Roxy just about lost it. 

She ran up to the stage, making sure to go out of her way to pass by the table the boys were standing at, because what did they know about her time in Brand New Day? How dare Kendall act as if he were the end-all, be-all of her life’s decisions? Playing in her own band, getting to own the whole stage, and interacting with the other two, was far more a rewarding feeling than being boxed in stage right at a Big Time Rush show. Not that Kendall would understand. He’d never even know the difference. 

Who cared if she played one more song with them? It was a good send-off, especially after Mag had admitted to a room full of people neither he nor Dani had written their own music - The first step in what she was now happy to consider a healing friendship. The boys would just have to get over it eventually. 

When she approached the band, Roxy didn’t think twice before throwing her arms around each of their shoulders, pulling them down into the huddle position they’d always do to debrief before their shows. Paying no mind to the crowd in front of them, Roxy took her time savoring the moment. 

“Thank you, both of you, for admitting that. Being so honest with everyone was pretty… Unexpected, but appreciated” She beamed, hair falling into her face, wrestling them a bit tighter. “And congratulations on the album.”

Mag was the first to fire back, “Thank you, Roxy. Seriously, I mean-”

“What song are we playing?” Dani cut him off, rolling their drumsticks between their palms. Small, lined intents covered the thick wood from top to bottom, a testament to how hard Dani went on their kit during the performance. “‘The Anthem?’”

“Oh, God, no. Not while the Maddens are here.” Cheek scrunching in disgust, Roxy couldn’t stand the thought of playing a Good Charlotte song while two of its founding members were somewhere in the audience. “The Replacements, maybe? ‘Bastards of Young?’”

“That song is ancient,” Mag laughed, light and airy, “I was thinking something more suited to Roxy’s taste… Not exactly punk, but how about ‘Bring It On Down?’”

The gasp that escaped Roxy’s lips might have been heard by the entire crowd, “You’re serious? I had to beg both of you to learn that one…”

“Sure. That one. Whatever.” Dani grunted, gently moving out of the writer’s grasp and jerking a thumb in her direction. “Just one problem, she can’t play any of the guitars here.”

“Think again, Dani!” 

Now that the huddle was broken, Mag slid a few steps side stage and pulled out his first electric guitar; The black, sleek instrument Roxy would always have to borrow for their more important shows instead of playing her shitty acoustic/electric.

Roxy childishly snatched it out of his hands, pulling the neck into her chest and rocking side to side, “I can’t believe you kept it strung like this!” 

In a flash the black strap was around her shoulder, adjusted as though he hadn’t played it once since she last touched it, and she reached out to his mic stand to take a pick. 

“I had hope we might play together someday… Call me sentimental…” He took a step closer to her and reached out a hand. Without thinking, she leaned back, eyes widening.

“Hey-”

If they noticed this interaction at all, they didn’t let it show. Dani struck their drumsticks together to signal the beginning of the song. If Roxy had any hope of getting through the song without messing up, she’d have to pay incredibly close attention to the time Dani was keeping on the drums.

Once more, Mag held out his hand, palm facing her this time in some sort of peace gesture before he went for her shoulder, adjusting the strap so it was smooth on her skin instead of the twisted mess she’d made of it when she slung it on the first time. 

Roxy had to look down at the instrument below her, not because she needed to see the strings to play, but to ignore the way his eyes shone under the bright stage lights. 

That, coupled with the fact “Bring It On Down” was one of her favorite Oasis songs had her thinking for just a split second that maybe it was a bad idea she’d chosen to join them… But when it came her time to strike the lead chord, hear it resonate out to the crowd as everyone began to move to the beat, that thought quickly left her mind. 

With a glance to the table with her friends, she tried to send a silent message to James that she wished it was him up there with her, but he was too busy speaking with Kendall, Logan, and Carlos - quite furiously by the quickness of his hand gestures -  to notice any of the fun she was having. 

***

Just as she left the stage after a final bow, placing Mag’s guitar back into its case on the side, she turned to look for Brand New Day, only to find the red-haired woman from earlier, standing right behind her. 

“Hey, Ms. Northrop, right?” She greeted, attempting to mask the small gasp of surprise that left her lips. Blood still pumping from the adrenaline rush of performing, the girl wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. “They should put a bell on you… or something. Uh... Thanks for letting me play with those two again-” Stepping forward, Chelsea’s heeled boot smacked the wood of the stage as she extended a hand, and Roxy flinched, making it hard for her to return the woman’s handshake. 

“I’m going to cut to the chase.” Chelsea cut her off, very effective in doing exactly what she had said. “Do you like it at Rocque Records?”

Roxy wasn’t sure if the continued hammering in her chest was due to the performance anymore. “I do-”

“Gustavo Rocque is an unpleasant man,” the woman spoke over the rest of what Roxy was trying to say. 

If she’s trying to sell herself as more pleasant… It’s not looking that way…

“He has his moments, sure-”

“I have a contract here offering you your same assistant songwriter position under me and all four of the bands I manage.” From her large black purse hanging at her side, Chelsea opened a professional-looking ledger and produced just that; A thick, bound leather folder was thrust into the assistant’s hands before she had the chance to protest.

Immediately, Roxy pushed it back toward her as though the object was cursed, “Look, you’ve got the wrong idea. I’m not-”

“Open to the second page. Section 12-B. Line four.”

“No. I’m not going to do that, Chelsea. How about you let me finish what I’m saying?” The fury she’d felt toward Kendall earlier was starting to bubble up again, and though she had done her best to be cordial with this woman, getting spoken over was just degrading. “I’m not looking to switch jobs and I’m not looking to work with Brand New Day again, that performance was just for fun, okay? There’s nothing in the world that could make me-”

“Roxanne, I’m willing to offer you three times your current salary to come work for me at Galactic Records.” 

The next words that came out of Roxy’s mouth were a garbled mess of sounds dying halfway from her throat to her tongue. “Wha?”

“You’ve got forty-eight hours to let me know your decision. Please make the right one.”

Only at the sound of her heels smacking on the wood did the writer realize Chelsea was walking away. Click, click, click…

All the writer could do was stand there, dumbstruck at the offer, running the producer's words over and over in her head as she tried to make sense of all that had just occurred. The leather folder in her hands had held the key that would unlock the door to more industry opportunity, which, honestly, didn’t matter to Roxy in the slightest, but to walk away from triple the salary she made at Rocque Records…

From the boost in royalties this new album under her name would provide, she had figured, at least, she might be able to pay for her father to come visit, but with three times her current salary?

Screw Dad coming to visit… Dad could move here. We could live together again and see all the things we talked about seeing if we could afford it…

From somewhere in the crowd, Roxy heard Mag’s laugh ring out, clear and true.

Was this all a ploy to get my writing back in Brand New Day?

Even without confirmation, the thought of getting played by Mag McAllister again had Roxy’s eyes watering faster than the end of Titanic. Half-way a call for help, half-way a prayer, she shakily whispered her boyfriend’s name, “James… I need to find James…” before a few lyrics wedged their way into her brain.

The only issue? Her songbook and pen were in her backpack at the table and there was no way she was letting the other three see her like this right now. Frantically, her eyes scanned the side stage area, hoping for a pen, paper, anything that could help her get the lyrics down on paper before she forgot them, but her search yielded no results. 

Without thinking, she practically tore her phone out of her back pocket and opened her texting app to the first conversation, typing out. 

R: I walk offstage because this whole play is more than I can take 

Once that was out of mind, Roxy heard another line begin to play, but it was too loud to decipher over the chatter from the venue’s patrons. She needed to get out of there, now, somewhere quiet where she could get the lyric out before losing it. 

Good thing the ramp leading to the stage let out close to a hallway marked with a glowing red exit sign. 

R: I was one foot out the door, I couldn’t play that part no more

This new lyric finally erupted as the cool air of the Los Angeles night set in, lining the girl’s skin, a new tremor racking through her already shaking hands as her fingers typed out one last line.

R: The chemistry just wasn't there, I couldn't act like I didn't care, when I do, I do

How annoying. Roxy threw her head back, greedily gulping down the smoggy breeze in the alley outside of the venue. Still writing stupid songs about him to this day-

“Don’t tell me you came out here to complain about Mag. That’s your ‘I-Want-To-Complain-About-Mag’ face.”

“Jesus, Dani!” For the second time in as many minutes, Roxy jumped at an unexpected presence, this time coming from the stairs to the venue’s second floor, where Dani sat about halfway up, a lit cigarette between their pointer and middle fingers. “I’m going to put a fucking bell on you too, I swear to God…”

“O-kay,” Dragged out the drummer, making sure to pull the cigarette for a few beats too long before blowing the smoke out in Roxy’s direction. “Whatever that means…”

But, they scooted over, patting the rotting iron step beside them.

Bundling into her bare arms as they crossed over her chest, Roxy gave a grateful nod and descended a few steps to reach them. The last time they’d sat outside and spoken like this had to have been her last winter in Minnesota, right before the band broke up. Roxy couldn’t remember if it had been on her back porch or Dani’s, but either way, the gorgeous Duluth sky had left them ample opportunity to stargaze and talk about whatever came to mind. 

When she finally sat, the smoke’s earthy scent enveloped her nostrils, curling down into her mouth and making her crave the taste on her tongue. 

Maybe Dani noticed, or maybe they were just being polite, but they held the cigarette in her direction. 

Roxy just shook her head, “Not tonight, thanks… It’d ruin my ability to complain about Mag, don’t you think?”

The snort coming out of Dani’s nose had a little bit of smoke behind it. 

“For the record, I’m pissed at him too. I had no idea those songs were yours, Rox, not until I held the final copy of our record in my hands. There’s no way I’d agree to play them if I’d known.” For a brief moment, they flicked the ash down onto the ground below. Dani Huron was many things; a great drummer, a grassroots activist, a Good Charlotte fan. The one thing Dani Huron was not, was a liar. “Hmm… Doesn’t seem to affect my complaining at all...”

After the most emotionally tumultuous hour of her life, Roxy let out a small sigh, daring to lay her head down onto the soft t-shirt sleeve covering Dani’s shoulder, just like she would when they were smoking back home. 

Earlier in the day she’d never have dreamed of speaking to Dani like this ever again, but now, she just needed someone to talk to and it seemed as though they were more than willing to listen. Though it was a nasty habit, smoking always helped calm them down, cracking through their hard shell and allowing them to open up far more than in casual conversation.

“Dani, I am so sorry for thinking you had a part in that all this time,” Even the sigh at the drummer’s quip wasn’t enough to help swallow the crack in her voice. Of course, Roxy wanted to say it was okay, but at this point, her mind was so twisted, she had no idea who to believe. “Mag apologized for taking them earlier, actually, and I asked him to tell everyone it was my music. Then he did. So, I thought it would be cool to play with you again… For the sake of… A new friendship, maybe? But then that witch Chelsea offered me a job at Galactic the moment I got off stage. Three times my current salary. And now I have no clue what to make of everything… Am I crazy to feel like he’s just playing me again?”

“What makes you think I’d tell you if I knew?”

“Best friend code?”

“That’d normally work if we’d spoken any time in the last… twelve months, I think. Or you’d left Duluth with a goodbye.” They turned their face to the side, casting a glance over the alleyway below. “I called you, like, a million times when Project Pop canceled your show ‘for the foreseeable future’ because you’d ‘moved to the land of the stars.’”.

Screwing her eyes shut, Roxy dug the heels of her palms into her eyelids. “Again… Thought you were in on the whole song-stealing thing…”

Taking another drag, Dani let out a silent bout of laughter, shoulders shaking and sending their friend’s head bobbing up and down. Somewhere in the distance, a car alarm began to go off, interrupting the surprising silence of the big city at night. 

“Seriously, though, I want this band built off of talent, not lies. If Mag has anything cooked up, I swear on Bear he didn’t say a word to me.”

Visions of Dani’s enormous goldendoodle ran through Roxy’s mind. “Thanks, Dee… Out of everything that’s happened tonight you wouldn’t believe how refreshing this normal conversation is..”

“Oh?” More smoke curled out of their mouth as they breathed out the word, scratching at the black, metal ring stuck in their nose. “You’re always in the middle of the weirdest drama - and I mean that affectionately.”

“That trait 100% followed me to Los Angeles… You should meet the guys I work for,” The writer huffed as the corners of her mouth turned up, “I royally fucked things up with them earlier, too… Ugh, that apology is going to be so humiliating-”

The door the the venue slammed open below them. “Roxanne?” 

James said her name with a sense of urgency, one she’d never heard out of him before. 

“And that’s my cue… Catch you later,” Dani whispered, bumping shoulders with their friend before sliding down the stairs and back into the venue.

“Up here, babe!” His assistant called, shooting to her feet almost as quickly as Dani had, and taking a few steps to the ground. As James turned to the sound of her voice, she couldn’t help but throw herself into him, arms scrunching around his torso, “I’m so sorry about earlier, what I said was…”

When she pressed her ear to his chest, she could hear the rapid beating of his heart. Then, his arms were on her shoulders, physically putting her at an arm's length away. A cursory glance up and down his tall frame immediately told her something was wrong. Not only was his perfectly set hair uncharacteristically disheveled, but his stunning hazel eyes were puffed red under the halogen lamp hanging above the door, foot anxiously tapping on the ground as he pulled one hand off of her and reached into his front pocket.

Phone screen flicking on, almost as bright as that spotlight earlier, his fingers dug into her shoulder as he held it up to her, “What the hell is this?” 

Three white text bubbles filled her vision; The song lyrics she’d been unable to write down earlier had been sent in rapid succession. No wonder he looked so panicked… Receiving those three lines in a row would certainly freak anyone out. 

Intestines twisted, and the girl shook her head. Why hadn’t I thought of that before I hit the send button?

Her hand shot up to meet his, curling around the fingers that held his phone and lowering the device out of her face. If he could feel the claminess setting into her palms, he didn’t mention it.

As difficult as looking him in his bloodshot eyes was, Roxy assured him, “Lyrics! Song lyrics, James, nothing else. My journal was too far-”

“Lyrics? To a breakup song?” Though a chuckle left his lips, it was anything but gleeful. “Something inspired you to write that tonight?”

“It’s a bit early to call it a breakup song… It’s just three lines. They came to me when I hopped off stage, that’s all.”

 Sucking in a breath, James shook her hand off of his. The boy in front of her was physically shaking and it certainly wasn’t due to the low temperature outside. “Playing with Mag caused you to write this?”

Of course, that’s what she had said, opposite from what she’d meant. 

“The words are about him, baby, not you!” Reaching out for him again, she tried to place her palm on his cheek, but he recoiled from her touch, shying away from her like a vampire in the sunlight. For a second, Roxy had to swallow down some bile rising in her throat. “I think we need to go home and talk, okay? We’re not breaking up; It’s just a poorly timed text message.”

When his eyes glazed over, Roxy knew she had lost him. His utterance of “We… need to talk?” suggested he hadn’t heard anything beyond the first part of her statement. 

“Breathe, James, please. You’re going to pass out.” 

Like he had before, he only continued hearing what he wanted to, saying whatever he could to fit the narrative he’d constructed about the messages he’d received. Labored, but collected enough, he pushed out, “We do need to talk, actually. About you writing love songs about other guys!”

The lamp above the doorway flickered, and Roxy’s vision began to blur. A nasty flashback of Dak chewing her out in her apartment about hanging out with the band flashed behind her eyes. 

“How come it was a breakup song when you thought it was about you, and a love song now that you know it’s about Mag?” 

Asking that question through shakey breaths likely ruined how important it was to her to hear his explanation. 

Mouth flapping open and closed like a fish, James finally found his words as he read over the text messages again. “I couldn’t act like I care, when I do.”

Roxy ran one finger over her top lip to stave off the running she could feel starting in her nostrils. All her brain told her was that she needed to crash into him, squeeze him to death, run her hands through his hair as they spoke and maybe, maybe, he’d be ready to listen to her, but if she reached out to him one more time and he refuted it, she’d break down far sooner than she was on track to. “He just said some things to me earlier about my songs and I asked him to admit they weren’t his to everyone tonight. It’s just a little confusing where we stand now-”

“Who cares where you stand? You have me!’

“Will you stop implying I’m into him? I can’t think of any other way to say it, James! It’s just a stupid fucking song I was dumb enough to write down outside of my songbook and share with the world before it was done!” The writer cried. “And Kendall wonders why I keep that shit to myself… I’ve done my best to share my songs with you before they’re finished recently, but right now you’re just proving why I shouldn’t!”

“Right,” Huffed the boy in front of her. “Because communication is only a two-way street when it comes to anyone but you.”

Jaw falling slack, Roxy’s entire body grew numb. Out of everyone in her life, he was the person she’d been the most vulnerable with. Allowing herself to take the plunge into romantic entanglement together, both emotional and physical. Their entire relationship was built on placing trust in the other person. Just the hint of the idea James didn’t trust her anymore sent the tears Roxy had been holding back spilling out onto her cheeks. “This conversation is over, James. I can’t-I can’t do this right now. This night has already been so hard for me.”

Making way for the door behind James, she rammed her shoulder into his arm. He allowed himself to be knocked to the side. “Sure didn’t seem that way when you were rocking out with your lying, stealing, jerks of ex-band mates.”

Catching the heavy, metal door before it closed, Roxy stood halfway into the building, tossing her head over her shoulder to give her boyfriend one final glance before escaping to the crowd inside. “Sure beats the hell out of a jealous, combative, asshole of a boyfriend.”

She didn’t stop moving, not as she weaved through the tables by the stage to get her bag, or around the people getting down on the dance floor, when Gustavo called her name, or when her sock slid down her heel, digging into the bottom of her foot as she stomped to the front of the venue. 

Thanks to the large number of attendees to the album release party, nearly a dozen taxis were waiting out front to pick up anyone who hadn’t been lucky enough to arrange a ride beforehand. Around her, a handful of adults staggered on the sidewalk, who had taken advantage of the open bar, while others her age went this way and that with their CDs and other Brand New Day merch in hand. 

When she came across the first empty cab, she took a fifty out of her wallet and threw it in the window. “The Palm Woods hotel, as fast as possible.”

The cabbie didn’t need to be asked twice, and the minute the door to the backseat closed, they peeled away from the curb so quickly Roxy feared her head might spin off. 

Now that the party was in the rearview mirror, the girl was oddly relieved, though that didn’t stop the rush of emotions still completely overwhelming her. She was pretty sure she’d been crying for the last several minutes, if evidenced by the tear stains on the blank notebook pages in her lap, and the numbness from James’ words earlier still stuck around. 

How she managed to piss off all of her friends in one night might be some kind of new fucked up world record… One that would make the work day tomorrow anything but normal.

--

hi, lots to say about this one, but mostly that i'm sorry lol this did hurt very much to write!

roxy's lyrics come from an unreleased btr song called intermission if anyone was wondering.

i imagine brand new day sounds a lot like yellowcard (minus the violin) (that's a surprise tool that will help us later) and "heartswell summer" is heavily based if not lifted entirely from their song "with you around"

and as always, thank you for reading! be sure to let me know what you think <3 ily <3

[eaglet-if]

Progress report #2

Full steam ahead towards a playable demo! Or, well, half steam. Bouts of depression have considerably slowed down the breakneck speed development had in the first phase. But I still got a lot of things done. Which I didn't bother to note down, so there are probably a few things missing from this list:

Demo content (Prologue and start of Chapter 1) planning done 100%, actual scene writing done ~30%

Large parts of Stat menu done (Army Overview, Encyclopedia)

All important characters and places named

Economy system mostly done (~90%, only a few prices missing)

Train designer almost completely done (only Cinema Wagon is missing)

Customization Menu: irl Uniform Presets done for Infantry, Cavalry is soon to follow

Lots of optimization done

Started on Recruitment Menu. Lots of work, but ~30% done

Expanded customization for your Personal Guard, ~70% done

Added Cheat Menu for those who want a more Sandbox experience

Implemented a lot of technical background stuff that you might not even realize is there, but enormously helps in adding depth to the actual text and will be reused often later

Added a self-made Number Reading Function (as seen in ITFO)... not fully implemented yet, because it's an absurd amount of work since ChoiceScript can't handle more than two elements in an *if condition, even though order doesn't matter at all within pure OR or AND conditions...

Reworked general storyline and all characters. Currently, there are 23 non-minor characters, 10 of which are ROs

Overall Progress:

General Story Outline: 100%

Story Details Outline: 20%

Scene Writing: 3% (assuming Prologue is ~10% of overall story)

Number-Reading Function: 149/149 calculations done, 205/205 text templates done, 30/205 if conditions for text output translated from pseudocode (205/205 done in pseudocode)

Project size: 16 files, 12.249 lines of code, 16.050 words (excluding code) (that's way more than I thought lol)

Demo release will mostly depend on how long it'll take me to finish the Recruitment Menu and Number Reading Function. The former is not that much work in terms of volume but is the kind that makes your brain hurt a lot after a few minutes, the latter only requires unbroken concentration and minimal thinking, but takes ages to type out. At the current development speed, I'd say 2 or maybe 3 months from now is a good ETA for a playable demo.

[a3techno]

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Cost Savings in the Long TermThough the initial investment may be high, ZLD systems reduce long-term costs related to water procurement, waste disposal, and environmental penalties.

Why Choose A3 Technocrafts for ZLD Solutions?

With over 12 years of industry experience, A3 Technocrafts has built a reputation for designing zero discharge water treatment plants tailored to the unique needs of various industries, including textiles, pharmaceuticals, chemicals, and food processing.

Customized Systems: Each plant is designed to handle specific wastewater characteristics.

Cutting-edge Technology: We use state-of-the-art components and automation to ensure optimal efficiency and performance.

Expert Support: From feasibility studies to commissioning and maintenance, our team supports you at every stage.

Industries Benefiting from Zero Discharge Technology

Industries with high wastewater output and strict regulatory obligations benefit the most from ZLD systems:

Textile and Dyeing Units

Pharmaceutical Manufacturers

Chemical Processing Plants

Pulp and Paper Industry

Power Plants

Implementing a zero discharge water treatment plant in these sectors not only reduces environmental impact but also boosts brand reputation and operational resilience.

Conclusion: A Step Towards Sustainability

In today’s environmentally conscious world, industries must adopt responsible wastewater management strategies. A3 Technocrafts offers high-efficiency zero discharge water treatment plant solutions that not only meet compliance standards but also contribute to a circular economy. By choosing our ZLD systems, you’re investing in a cleaner, greener, and more sustainable future.

Contact us today to learn how our zero discharge solutions can transform your industrial wastewater management.

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Water Filter Lifespan 101: Keep Your Drinking Water Pure and Safe

Clean water is essential for good health. Today, more households in the UAE are turning to water filtration systems to ensure their drinking water is safe and refreshing. However, it's important to remember that water filters don't last forever. Over time, filters wear out and lose their effectiveness. If your water has started to taste a little off, it might be time to check your filter.

At Pure Aqua UAE, we provide top-quality filtration solutions and expert advice to keep your water clean and healthy.

How Do You Know When to Replace Your Water Filter?

Water filters work quietly behind the scenes, removing impurities and improving taste. To keep them effective, you need to know the signs that it's time for a replacement:

Bad Taste or Smell: A metallic taste or odd smell means your filter is no longer doing its job.

Cloudy Water: Visible particles in your water are a red flag.

Low Water Pressure: A sign that your filter is clogged.

Replacement Schedule: Always follow the manufacturer's guidelines for best performance.

How Long Do Different Filters Last?

Water filters come in various types, each with a different lifespan. Here’s a guide to help you stay on track. Pure Aqua UAE offers a wide range of filtration systems with the following general timelines:

Pre-Water Filters: Replace every 6–12 months.

3-Stage Water Filters: Last about 6 months.

4-Stage Water Purifier: Up to 12 months.

5-Stage Ultra-Filtration System: 9–12 months.

RO Water Treatment Systems: 1–2 years.

7-Stage Water Purifier System: Requires regular maintenance for optimal performance.

Not sure when to replace your filter? Contact us for personalized guidance.

Tips to Extend Your Water Filter’s Life

Taking care of your water filtration system not only saves money but also ensures it works effectively. Here’s how to get the most out of your filter:

Clean Pre-Filters Regularly: This reduces strain on the main filter.

Choose the Right Filter: Our team can help you pick the best fit for your water quality.

Avoid Overloading the System: Stick to capacity limits for best results.

Schedule Regular Maintenance: Keep your system running at its best with professional checkups.

Our Services: Making Clean Water Easy

At Pure Aqua UAE, we offer a full suite of services to keep your water filtration system in top condition:

AMC (Annual Maintenance Contracts): Hassle-free upkeep.

Water Testing: Pinpoint impurities and tailor your solution.

Installation & Repairs: Fast and reliable service from setup to troubleshooting.

We are proud to be among the UAE’s most trusted water filtration system suppliers.

Which Water Filtration System Is Right for You?

Choosing the best water filter depends on your specific needs. Here are some of our popular options:

Alkaline RO Water Purifier: Purifies and re-mineralizes for healthier water.

5-Stage Water Purifier: Great for small households needing basic filtration.

6-Stage Water Purifier: Ideal for larger families needing advanced filtration.

7-Stage Water Purifier: Our top-tier option for maximum purification.

Need help choosing? Our team is ready to assist you. Contact us here to find your perfect fit.

Why Choose Pure Aqua UAE?

With more than a decade of experience, we are your reliable partner for all things water filtration. Here’s why our customers trust us:

Expertise: We understand the UAE’s unique water challenges.

Comprehensive Solutions: From pre-filters to advanced RO systems.

Ongoing Support: We’re with you from installation to maintenance.

Your Next Steps Toward Cleaner Water

Improving your water quality is simple with Pure Aqua UAE:

1️⃣ Test Your Water 2️⃣ Choose the Right System 3️⃣ Schedule Regular Maintenance

Clean, safe water is within your reach. Don’t wait to upgrade your water quality—Pure Aqua UAE is here to help you every step of the way.

👉 Ready to experience the difference? Contact us today and enjoy the peace of mind that comes with pure, healthy water.

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How AI Is Transforming Wealth Management for Millennials and Gen Z

In recent years, Artificial Intelligence (AI) has significantly impacted various industries, and wealth management is no exception. As technology continues to evolve, its influence on financial services is reshaping how millennials and Gen Z manage and grow their wealth. For these generations, traditional wealth management methods are giving way to more innovative, accessible, and personalized approaches thanks to AI. In this blog, we will explore how AI is transforming wealth management for millennials and Gen Z, focusing on the benefits, challenges, and financial trends that are shaping the future of investing.

The Changing Landscape of Wealth Management

Wealth management has historically been associated with high-net-worth individuals who could afford personalized financial advice from experienced professionals. However, millennials and Gen Z, who are digital natives, have different expectations from financial services. They prioritize convenience, accessibility, and affordability. This shift has created a demand for new financial solutions that can meet these expectations, and AI has emerged as a powerful tool to address these needs.

AI is changing the wealth management landscape by automating tasks, providing data-driven insights, and enabling more personalized investment strategies. Through algorithms and machine learning, AI can analyze large sets of data quickly and accurately, helping investors make smarter, more informed decisions. As a result, millennials and Gen Z now have access to wealth management tools that were once reserved for the wealthy, democratizing investment opportunities and giving them greater control over their financial futures.

Personalized Financial Advice

One of the primary ways AI is transforming wealth management is by offering more personalized financial advice. For many millennials and Gen Z, traditional financial advisors may not be an ideal option due to high fees or a lack of relevance to their specific financial needs. AI-powered platforms are filling this gap by providing personalized, data-driven investment recommendations based on individual financial goals, risk tolerance, and preferences.

AI can analyze a person’s financial history, spending habits, and investment preferences to offer tailored advice that reflects their unique situation. These systems continuously learn and adapt over time, becoming more accurate in predicting market trends and recommending adjustments to a person's investment strategy. With the rise of robo-advisors—automated platforms that provide low-cost financial advice—millennials and Gen Z now have access to expert-level wealth management without the hefty fees traditionally associated with human advisors.

Increased Access to Financial Services

Access to wealth management services has historically been limited, particularly for younger generations who are just starting their financial journeys. Millennials and Gen Z often have different financial priorities compared to older generations, such as student debt, lower starting salaries, and higher living costs. AI has made financial services more accessible by reducing the barriers to entry, allowing younger people to invest and manage their wealth in a way that suits their needs.

AI-powered apps and platforms offer features like automated savings, low-cost investment options, and financial education, which can help younger generations build their wealth over time. These tools provide an accessible entry point into the world of investing, enabling millennials and Gen Z to start managing their finances with minimal upfront costs. With the help of AI, even small investments can be optimized, ensuring that users are making the most of their money without requiring a large initial investment.

Automation and Convenience

One of the key features that millennials and Gen Z value most when it comes to financial services is convenience. AI plays a major role in providing the automation and ease that these generations demand. Through automation, AI can manage many aspects of wealth management, such as portfolio rebalancing, tax optimization, and investment tracking, without the need for constant manual intervention.

For example, AI-powered platforms can automatically adjust a person’s investment portfolio based on market conditions and their financial goals. This eliminates the need for individuals to constantly monitor the market or make manual adjustments. Additionally, AI can help streamline the investment process by using algorithms to suggest specific investment opportunities, allowing users to make decisions with just a few clicks. This level of automation saves time and ensures that investors can focus on other aspects of their lives without worrying about their financial situation.

AI and Financial Trends

As we look at how AI is transforming wealth management for millennials and Gen Z, it’s important to understand the broader financial trends that are shaping this transformation. One of the biggest trends is the move toward digital-first financial solutions. Younger generations are more likely to use mobile apps, online platforms, and digital tools to manage their finances compared to older generations. This shift has led to the development of AI-driven platforms that cater specifically to the needs of millennials and Gen Z.

Another key trend is the growing demand for sustainability and ethical investing. Millennials and Gen Z are more conscious of the impact their investments have on the environment and society. AI can play a significant role in supporting sustainable investing by helping users identify companies and funds that align with their values. For example, AI can analyze environmental, social, and governance (ESG) data to help investors build portfolios that reflect their ethical beliefs.

Moreover, AI is making it easier for young investors to access alternative investments like cryptocurrencies, real estate, and crowdfunding opportunities. These alternative assets were once difficult for smaller investors to access, but with AI’s ability to analyze complex data and identify opportunities, millennials and Gen Z can diversify their portfolios more effectively.

Financial Services Inside: How AI Helps Millennials and Gen Z

For millennials and Gen Z, financial services are not just about making money but also about how to manage and grow wealth in a way that aligns with their personal values. AI has revolutionized the way financial services are provided, ensuring that these younger generations have access to more tailored, relevant solutions. Whether it’s managing student loans, saving for a home, or planning for retirement, AI-driven platforms are helping younger people make smarter financial decisions.

Through financial services inside various apps and platforms, AI makes it easier to track spending, set savings goals, and optimize investments. Millennials and Gen Z are also using AI tools to understand their credit scores, reduce debt, and plan for major life events like buying a home or starting a family. By providing actionable insights and personalized recommendations, AI helps these younger generations make informed decisions that will impact their financial future in a positive way.

Lower Fees and Cost-Effective Solutions

One of the main barriers to wealth management for millennials and Gen Z has been the high costs associated with traditional financial services. Financial advisors, wealth managers, and investment portfolios often come with hefty fees that make it difficult for younger generations to access quality financial advice. AI is helping to lower these costs by automating many of the tasks that were once performed by human advisors.

Robo-advisors, for instance, offer low-cost alternatives to traditional wealth management, allowing millennials and Gen Z to benefit from automated, algorithm-driven investment strategies without the need to pay high management fees. These AI-powered platforms charge minimal fees compared to human advisors, making wealth management more affordable and accessible. This affordability is especially important for younger individuals who are still building their careers and may not have large amounts of disposable income to invest.

Security and Privacy in AI-Driven Wealth Management

As with any digital service, security and privacy are top concerns when it comes to using AI-powered wealth management tools. Millennials and Gen Z are particularly sensitive to these issues, as they are more aware of the risks associated with sharing personal information online. Fortunately, AI can help enhance security in financial services by using advanced encryption techniques and biometric authentication to protect sensitive data.

AI systems can also monitor accounts for unusual activity or fraud, providing an additional layer of security for investors. By leveraging machine learning and advanced algorithms, AI can detect potential threats faster than traditional security systems, ensuring that users’ funds are safe from hackers and fraudsters.

The Future of AI in Wealth Management for Millennials and Gen Z

The integration of AI into wealth management for millennials and Gen Z is still in its early stages, and there is much more to come. As AI continues to evolve, we can expect even more innovative features that make wealth management more efficient, affordable, and personalized. For instance, future AI systems may be able to provide even more in-depth financial analysis and offer predictive insights that can help investors make smarter decisions.

Additionally, as AI becomes more advanced, it may be able to help millennials and Gen Z manage other aspects of their financial lives, such as insurance, retirement planning, and budgeting. The possibilities are endless, and the future of AI in wealth management looks bright.

Conclusion

AI is revolutionizing wealth management for millennials and Gen Z by providing more accessible, affordable, and personalized financial solutions. Whether it's automating investment decisions, offering tailored advice, or making financial services more affordable, AI is transforming how younger generations manage their wealth. With AI’s ability to analyze data, predict market trends, and offer personalized recommendations, millennials and Gen Z are well-equipped to make informed financial decisions that will set them up for long-term success. As we continue to embrace new financial trends and leverage AI-powered tools, the future of wealth management will undoubtedly be shaped by technology, giving younger generations the tools they need to thrive financially.

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Who Is The Best Industrial RO Plant Manufacturer In Noida ?

Having efficient & long-lasting water treatment solutions is essential in the modern world when companies are multiplying indefinitely while water supplies are running low. The Industrial RO plants are crucial option to guarantee a safe & clean water supply for various industrial operations. Our group forming Netsol Water keeps on researching continuously & try to uncover the top Industrial RO plant manufacturer in Noida for best industrial RO plant production.

Basics Fundamentals circling around Industrial RO Plant made by Netsol Water

Industrial RO systems function in a simple yet effective manner. It involves forcing water through a partially porous barrier by applying high pressure. While dissolved salts, minerals, & other forms of contaminants cannot pass through this membrane, water molecules can. As a result, the water that passes through the membrane is purified & suitable for applications in industrial environments.

What are the numerous working or functions integrated with a Industrial RO plant?

The procedure for purifying water in Noida depends on each of the numerous components that comprise an industrial RO plant. Some types of pre-treatment systems implemented to remove hardness & suspended matter from water include multimedia filters & softeners. This procedure is essential to protecting the RO membranes & ensuring their long service life.

After pre-treatment, the RO system pushes as well as presses the water through partially permeable membranes. While the highly saturated saltwater solution containing the removed contaminants is washed out, the permeate, or cleansed water, is collected & retained for further additional applications.

Effects of a Industrial RO Plant Manufacturer In Noida on the Environment

Industrial RO plants have a big impact on the environment around Noida, in both positive as well as negative ways. Positively, these facilities help save water resources by assisting the reclaiming or recycling of water in various industrial operations. This reduces the need for clean, fresh water, which is becoming more finite in many places.

However, if these waste is not handled properly, the salt concentrated solution that is produced as a byproduct of the RO process may cause environmental issues or problems. If this brine is not disposed of properly, it can contaminate both soil & groundwater in addition to damaging aquatic habitats.

Netsol Water designs & manufactures Industrial RO plants With its most advanced manufacturing units in Noida.

Netsol Water is committed to offering advanced world-class & environmentally friendly water treating solutions to Indian industry. Our Industrial RO plants have been designed to meet precise standards of workmanship & effectiveness requirements, guaranteeing consistent & economical operation.

Our Industrial RO systems are available in a variety of sizes & configurations to satisfy the particular needs of various industries. We offer customized solutions designed to satisfy the unique water treatment requirements of every customer, ensuring both affordability & optimal performance.

Industrial RO Plants are designed to the Specific Types for Meeting Specific Condition

1) RO Systems for Brackish Salt Water: These systems are appropriate for brackish water treatment & seawater desalination since they are made to treat water with mild salt levels.

2) High-Pressure RO Systems: Suitable for the treatment of sewage & industrial processes of water purification, these systems work at greater pressures & thus are perfect for treating water with high dissolved solids levels.

3) Low-Energy Efficient RO Systems: Designed to reduce complete reliance on electricity while preserving excellent water treatment, these systems are both financially economical & ecologically beneficial.

Various Industries with Industrial RO Plants have Certain Applications

Our Industrial RO plants serve applications in many different industries, such as:

1) Purposes in Power Grid/Plants: Supplying power plants with finest water for higher-grade boiler feed & cooling water.

Making sure that the water that goes into pharmaceutical formulations is clean throughout the production process.

2) Food Cuisine & Drinking Beverage: Producing purified water for consumption in bottling & ingredient mixing, among other applications.

3) Fabric Production: Reusing & recycling water throughout the process of processing water.

4) Petrochemicals: providing purified water for various processes, such as desalination & wastewater treatment.

Why Are Industrial RO Plants from Netsol Water Proving to be the Best?

At Netsol Water, we take pride in providing exceptional Industrial RO solutions that differentiate us from our competitors through our various division across the nation. Our products are the best on the market because of the following important factors which makes it the best among the finest Industrial RO Plant Manufacturer In Noida:

1) Purity in Quality for the Reputation of the Company: Our Industrial RO plants are built with premium parts yet stringent quality control procedures to guarantee consistent & reliable operation.

2) Customizable Settings: We are aware that each company has different needs when it comes to water treatment. As consequently, we provide specialized solutions made to fit the unique requirements of each client.

3) Professional Assistance: Our team of knowledgeable professionals provides comprehensive assistance with everything from system configuration as well as layout to ongoing maintenance & troubleshooting.

4) Environmental Sustainability: We prioritise environmental sustainability by offering solutions that promote water conservation along with effective waste management.

Conclusion

To guarantee a consistent & environment-friendly water supply for a range of industrial operations, Industrial RO systems are essential. With its extensive operations, Netsol Water, an industrial RO plant manufacturer in Noida, is committed to providing cutting-edge & highly effective industrial RO systems that not only meet our clients' water treatment needs but also promote environmental conservation.

With our extensive collection of machinery, customizable choices, & dedicated professional help, we hope to become the preferred choice for companies seeking high-end water treatment solutions. Together, we can contribute to the expansion & success of industries in Noida while simultaneously improving the environment.

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SAZ Enviro: Leading the Charge in Industrial Pollution Control and Water Treatment Solutions

In the realm of environmental engineering, where precision, compliance, and innovation converge, SAZ Enviro stands as a beacon of excellence. As a premier Air Pollution Control Equipment Manufacturer in India, SAZ Enviro has carved a niche by offering comprehensive, industry-specific solutions that not only meet but often exceed regulatory standards. Their commitment to quality, coupled with a diverse product range, sets them apart in a competitive market.

Comprehensive Product Portfolio

SAZ Enviro's extensive product lineup addresses a wide array of industrial pollution challenges:

Air Pollution Control Equipment: SAZ Enviro manufactures a variety of systems designed to mitigate airborne pollutants. Their offerings include:

Air Washers

Venturi Scrubbers

Flue Gas Desulfurization Systems

Fumes Extraction Systems

Cartridge Dust Collectors

Explosive Dust Collectors

Oil Mist Collectors

Water Treatment Solutions: Their expertise extends to water purification and treatment, offering:

Zero Liquid Discharge Systems

Demineralized (DM) Water Plants

Industrial Reverse Osmosis (RO) Plants

Industrial Blowers and Fans: SAZ Enviro provides robust ventilation solutions suitable for various industries, including:

HVAC Ventilation Blowers

Automotive Industry Blowers

Steel Plant High-Temperature Blowers

Global Reach with Local Expertise

While SAZ Enviro is rooted in India, their impact is global. They have successfully implemented projects across Africa, the Middle East, and Southeast Asia, tailoring solutions to meet diverse regulatory and environmental requirements. This international presence underscores their adaptability and commitment to addressing global environmental challenges.

Customization and Compliance

Understanding that each industrial setup has unique needs, SAZ Enviro emphasizes customization. Their engineering team collaborates closely with clients to design systems that align with specific operational requirements and regulatory standards. This bespoke approach ensures optimal performance and compliance, mitigating environmental impact effectively.

Commitment to Sustainability

At the heart of SAZ Enviro's operations lies a deep commitment to sustainability. Their systems are designed not only to comply with environmental regulations but also to promote resource conservation and energy efficiency. By integrating advanced technologies and sustainable practices, SAZ Enviro contributes to a cleaner, greener future.

Conclusion

SAZ Enviro's holistic approach to environmental engineering, encompassing a wide range of products, customization capabilities, and a commitment to sustainability, distinguishes them as a leader in the field. Their ability to deliver tailored, compliant, and efficient solutions positions them as a preferred partner for industries seeking to mitigate their environmental footprint.

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Experience the Pure Difference: Why a Residential Drinking Water System is Essential

Clean, safe, and great-tasting drinking water is something many of us take for granted—until we encounter unpleasant tap water or growing concerns about contamination. Whether it's the lingering taste of chlorine, high levels of total dissolved solids (TDS), or health risks from pollutants like lead and nitrates, the quality of the water we consume matters. In an era where environmental toxins and aging infrastructure pose increasing challenges to municipal water supplies, ensuring your household has access to purified water is more critical than ever.

That’s where a Residential Drinking Water Filtration System comes into play. These systems are engineered to remove a wide array of harmful contaminants while enhancing the taste and overall quality of your water. Rayne Water, a trusted name in water treatment since 1928, offers a suite of advanced systems tailored to fit modern home environments. Their filtration technologies, especially their reverse osmosis systems, have become a top choice for health-conscious families seeking reliable, long-term water purification solutions.

Why Filtration Matters More Today

Water from municipal sources often contains chemicals added during the purification process, such as chlorine and chloramine. While these agents are intended to kill bacteria and other pathogens, they can leave an unpleasant taste and odor in your water. Additionally, as water travels through aging pipes, it can pick up metals, microplastics, or even pharmaceutical residues. Bottled water may seem like a safer option, but it’s not always practical, eco-friendly, or cost-effective.

Installing a residential drinking water system gives homeowners control over what flows from their tap. Systems like the ones from Rayne Water are specifically designed to target pollutants that traditional water treatment facilities might miss. Through innovative multi-stage filtration, Rayne systems remove up to 97% of TDS, heavy metals, volatile organic compounds, and other harmful substances.

Rayne’s Reverse Osmosis Solutions

Rayne Water offers several reverse osmosis (RO) models, each designed with a different household in mind. The Rayne Clear system is compact yet powerful, delivering purified water directly to your kitchen faucet. It's a three-stage RO system that removes impurities while preserving beneficial minerals when used with optional remineralization filters.

For more robust filtration, the Rayne Pure Plus adds an extra filtration stage and features a post-carbon filter that polishes the water, ensuring it’s crystal-clear and refreshing. Meanwhile, the Eradicator RO System is built for maximum efficiency—using less water and producing less waste than traditional RO systems, which is perfect for eco-conscious households.

More Than Just Drinking Water

While most people install a filtration system for better drinking water, the benefits go far beyond your glass. Clean water improves the flavor of your cooking, coffee, and tea. It helps extend the life of kitchen appliances such as kettles and coffee makers by reducing scale buildup. It’s also ideal for pet health and watering plants, making it a holistic solution for your entire home environment.

Pairing a drinking water system with a Rayne whole-house water softener or hybrid conditioner brings even more advantages. Softened water reduces soap scum, minimizes scale on fixtures, and makes laundry brighter. When your entire water system is optimized, the results are noticeable—from cleaner dishes to healthier skin and hair.

Low Maintenance, High Satisfaction

One of the reasons Rayne Water’s systems are so popular is their low-maintenance design. Filters generally need replacing every 18 to 24 months depending on usage, and service plans are available to take the guesswork out of upkeep. Rayne also offers complimentary water testing to help homeowners determine their specific needs and choose the most effective solution for their household.

Customer feedback consistently highlights improved taste, peace of mind, and excellent customer service. Many families report that once they switch to Rayne’s drinking water systems, they never go back to bottled water or basic faucet filters. The combination of cost-savings, environmental sustainability, and superior water quality makes it a worthwhile investment.

A Healthier Home Starts with Better Water

We often focus on eating healthy, staying active, and keeping our homes clean—but the water we consume daily plays just as critical a role in our health and well-being. With increasing concern over public water quality and the environmental cost of bottled water, having a dependable in-home purification system is no longer a luxury—it’s a necessity.

Rayne Water’s legacy of nearly a century in the industry, combined with their innovation in filtration technology, positions them as a leader in the residential water purification space. Their range of Residential Drinking Water Filtration System options means there’s a solution for every home, whether you live in a large family household or a compact city apartment.

Conclusion

A residential drinking water system isn't just about better taste—it's about taking control of your family's health and your home's water quality. With Rayne Water’s proven solutions, you can ensure that every drop you consume is clean, pure, and safe. Say goodbye to questionable tap water and wasteful plastic bottles. With a high-performance Rayne system, healthier living starts right at your faucet.

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Why RO Membranes Are Essential for Industrial Equipment Durability

Discover why RO membranes play a vital role in ensuring the durability of industrial equipment, especially in sectors like pharmaceuticals, biotechnology, and food & beverage.

In modern industries, water quality plays a critical role not just in product integrity but also in the longevity of equipment. Reverse osmosis (RO) membranes have become a cornerstone of water purification systems, offering unparalleled efficiency in removing impurities and contaminants. Whether you're dealing with sea water, brackish water, or high-purity water needs, the right RO membrane can directly impact the performance and durability of your industrial equipment.

Understanding RO Membranes and Their Importance

Reverse osmosis membranes are semi-permeable barriers that allow water molecules to pass while blocking salts, bacteria, and other impurities. Their ability to deliver highly purified water makes them indispensable in industries that rely on ultra-clean processing environments.

Using RO-treated water helps prevent:

Scale formation

Corrosion

Microbial contamination

Fouling of pipes and valves

All of these factors contribute to the premature failure of industrial equipment.

Types of RO Membranes and Their Industrial Relevance

HSRO Membrane (High Salt Rejection RO): Designed for highly contaminated sources, HSRO membranes are used in processes where maximum salt rejection is essential. These are ideal for pharmaceutical and biotech sectors where aqua purity standards are stringent.

Sea Water Membrane: Used for desalination, seawater membranes protect equipment from corrosion caused by salt ions, making them vital for coastal industrial facilities.

Brackish Water Membrane: Perfect for industries situated inland with these sources, these membranes handle moderate salt content while ensuring minimal wear on machinery.

Industrial Applications

1. Pharmaceutical Industry

RO membranes ensure that aqua used in drug formulation and equipment sterilization meets GMP and FDA requirements. They help maintain equipment sterility, reduce maintenance, and avoid downtime.

2. Biotechnology

Biotech operations demand ultra-pure aqua for fermentation, buffer preparation, and media formulation. RO membranes prevent contamination that could compromise research integrity or product development.

3. Food and Beverage Industry

In beverage production, dairy processing, and food ingredient manufacturing, RO membranes help in maintaining hygiene, improving taste, and extending shelf life—all while protecting equipment from fouling and scaling.

Why smbs dosing in water treatment?

Sodium Metabisulfite (SMBS), with the chemical formula Na₂S₂O₅, is a crucial compound used in treatment. It serves primarily as a dechlorinating agent, effectively neutralizing excess chlorine in water systems. By removing chlorine, SMBS helps protect sensitive equipment, maintain water quality, and ensure the smooth operation of treatment processes.

When it comes to Reverse Osmosis (RO) technology, protecting RO membranes from chemical damage, especially from chlorine in the feed, is essential. Pre-treatment is key, and one widely used solution is Sodium Metabisulfite (SMBS). This chemical neutralizes chlorine before it can reach the RO membrane, preventing membrane degradation. Without this step, chlorine can damage the membrane material, resulting in reduced e

fficiency, increased operational costs, and potential system failure. Incorporating SMBS dosing in RO plant design is a cost-effective method to extend membrane life and protect downstream equipment.

In addition to improving water quality, RO membranes also have a direct impact on the longevity of critical industrial equipment, including boilers, heat exchangers, pumps, and CIP (Clean-In-Place) systems. By investing in high-quality membranes and implementing proper pre-treatment, like SMBS dosing, industries can ensure equipment operates under optimal conditions, leading to:

Lower maintenance costs

Fewer breakdowns

Extended service life

Higher operational efficiency

Conclusion

RO membranes are more than just a purification component—they are a protective shield for your industrial equipment. Whether it's the HSRO membrane for high purity needs, seawater membrane for desalination, or brackish membrane for inland operations, selecting the right RO system is crucial. Supported by SMBS chemical treatment and tailored for applications in pharmaceutical, biotechnology, and food & beverage industries, RO membranes ensure sustainable, durable, and efficient industrial operations.

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Cắm sạc MacBook 24/24: Có hại không?

Nhiều người lo ngại rằng việc cắm sạc MacBook liên tục sẽ làm chai pin. Tuy nhiên, các dòng MacBook đời mới – đặc biệt là những mẫu dùng chip Apple Silicon như M1, M2 – đều được trang bị công nghệ quản lý pin thông minh. Khi pin đạt mức 100%, hệ thống sẽ tự động ngắt sạc và sử dụng nguồn điện trực tiếp từ adapter thay vì tiếp tục nạp vào pin, giúp giảm thiểu tình trạng chai pin.

Apple cũng đã tích hợp tính năng Battery Health Management trong macOS, giúp kéo dài tuổi thọ pin bằng cách học thói quen sử dụng của người dùng và điều chỉnh mức sạc tối ưu (thường chỉ sạc đến 80% nếu bạn hay dùng sạc liên tục). Tính năng này có thể được bật/tắt trong phần System Settings > Battery.

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✅ Lợi ích khi cắm sạc MacBook 24/24

Hiệu suất hoạt động tối ưu Khi MacBook được cắm sạc, máy có thể hoạt động ở hiệu năng cao hơn – đặc biệt trong các tác vụ nặng như chỉnh sửa video, lập trình, hoặc chơi game. Nguồn điện trực tiếp ổn định hơn pin và giúp máy hoạt động mượt mà hơn.

Tránh hết pin đột ngột Việc luôn cắm sạc giúp bạn yên tâm khi làm việc mà không lo MacBook tắt nguồn vì hết pin.

Sử dụng như máy tính để bàn Với màn hình rời, chuột và bàn phím gắn ngoài, bạn có thể biến MacBook thành một “desktop” thực thụ và để sạc liên tục như các PC thông thường.

⚠️ Rủi ro nếu cắm sạc sai cách

Dù Apple đã tối ưu hóa hệ thống quản lý pin, nhưng bạn vẫn cần lưu ý một số điều sau để tránh giảm tuổi thọ pin:

Nhiệt độ là kẻ thù lớn nhất Pin lithium-ion rất nhạy cảm với nhiệt. Nếu bạn cắm sạc trong môi trường nóng (ví dụ: đặt máy gần cửa sổ nắng, hoặc dùng nhiều gây nóng máy mà không tản nhiệt tốt), pin sẽ bị ảnh hưởng.

Sạc qua adapter không chính hãng Việc dùng adapter hoặc cáp sạc kém chất lượng có thể gây chập điện hoặc sạc không ổn định, làm hỏng pin và mainboard.

Để pin luôn ở 100% trong thời gian dài Dù macOS có chức năng tối ưu sạc, nhưng nếu bạn thường xuyên để pin ở 100% mà không kích hoạt Battery Health Management thì pin vẫn có nguy cơ bị chai theo thời gian.

🛠️ Lời khuyên sử dụng sạc hiệu quả

Bật tính năng "Optimized Battery Charging" trong cài đặt để hệ thống tự quản lý mức pin hợp lý.

Thỉnh thoảng xả pin nhẹ, tức là rút sạc và dùng máy đến khoảng 40–50%, sau đó cắm lại. Việc này nên thực hiện 1–2 lần/tuần để hệ thống “ghi nhớ” mức pin.

Dùng sạc và cáp chính hãng để đảm bảo dòng điện ổn định và an toàn cho thiết bị.

Đảm bảo thông gió tốt khi dùng MacBook để máy không bị quá nhiệt trong lúc vừa cắm sạc vừa sử dụng.

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