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my colour wheel is finished! as you can tell, I really love uk season 2 💞
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lady camden 🤝 veronica green
just love wearin' harnesses yknow
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Watching UK Dragrace with the boyfriend and we got into Season 3 and this frame of Veronica Green had us dying for 10 minutes
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i went to the RPDR UK S3 tour on Wednesday and omg it was so good. Them girls were done dirty, they’re all phenomenal performers.
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🏳️‍🌈 Euphoria, 3/10 (Greentia) - Juno
Summary: Veronica enlists the help of a songwriter and some new friends to help make her project a reality.
A/N: Part 3 of Eurovision au, and we’re getting nearer!! Big thanks to everyone who has let me annoy them about this fic, and there is more content on my blog!!
When Veronica woke up the Monday after Pride, her alarm on August Bank Holiday sounding illegal, she found herself with a creeping headache and dry throat, in a bed that wasn’t her own, but one she knew all too well all the same.
Light green bedsheets twisted around her body, the colour clashing with the pinks and oranges of the lesbian pride flag which hung at a jarring angle on the wall opposite the bed, beside the bookcase Joe had painted black, holding a few battered books, some records, and a fluffy monkey in a hat, grinning at her over its cymbals. 
Veronica rolled onto her back, but Joe wasn’t there. 
She put one arm over her face with a groan. We’re definitely gonna have to talk about this at some point.
Even though Joe was in the flat, making a cup of tea, he said nothing to her, and Veronica had no time to think about this yet again. Her mind buzzed with a single thought: that one of Tia’s songwriters had offered Veronica a space at their studio to record this song today, and she hadn’t even showered yet. 
Her previous music had been recorded at home with their phones, but now that she’d been signed, her label had given her a budget to hire a studio. And Tia had lit up when Veronica had told them.
“My friend Baby - that’s what they’re known as, just Baby,” Tia had waved their hands excitedly as they’d told her last week, “they own a recording studio and they said they really want to meet you, want to talk about working with you, if you’re up for it? They’re an amazing songwriter.”
And now, thanks to getting distracted by Joe last night, I’m gonna be late. Kill me now.
Time was money, and she was already wasting it being late, especially as she was paying by the hour to be there. Somehow she got to the studio only ten minutes late, sprinting the last two hundred metres from the Tube station, arriving out of breath and full of nerves.
But when she got in, Baby was an excited whirlwind, adorned with box braids and the kindest smile Veronica had seen. They grasped Veronica’s hand in both of theirs and bounced on their heels. “It’s so nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you!”
“What!” Veronica laughed at their response, her face heating up. “What has Tia told you?”
“Only the truth, babe.” Veronica span at their familiar voice, and her heart thumped at the sight of Tia, leaning their shoulder against the wall and sipping from a cup of coffee. They stood upright and opened their arms, and she gave them a brief hug.
“Told you they’d like you!” They whispered before she broke away.
Baby grabbed her arm, spinning her back round to them. “It’s so nice to meet you, come through -“
The recording studio was not what Veronica had imagined. Instead of being a plain, dingy place, Baby’s had a sixties feel to it, from the patterns on the walls, the decor, leather chairs and the mixing deck. The piano was in the corner, and there were guitars there already too, sitting on their stands next to their amps.
Tia immediately went to one of the chairs and sat down, spinning themself and running their hands along the deck.
“I love recording studios,” Tia sighed, “they make me feel like I’m on a spaceship or something.”
“God, me too! It’s the whole … moving your chair around the deck and all the buttons and things,” Veronica moved her hands as if turning the dials.
Baby came in, holding water and glasses, followed by someone Veronica presumed to be Baby’s girlfriend. A tall, blonde woman Veronica vaguely recognised from a Vera Wang advert she’d seen on a billboard, who was clutching a portable coffee in one hand and a Nintendo Switch in the other.
“Hi, I’m Dakota, it’s gorgeous to meet you,” she purred, leaning down and giving Veronica an air kiss on each cheek. “You like it in here? It was my idea to make it look like this. Much better than what it looked like before, so boring and brown.”
Baby sat down at the deck and put their own headphones on, but Dakota just picked up her Switch instead, settling herself into a corner out the way.
“She’s just here to watch us and play Mario Kart.” Baby grinned fondly at her.
Veronica chuckled, picking up her guitar and looping the strap over her head. “Alright. What bit are we recording first?”
It made far more sense now that she was recording with Baby why she was paying for a four-hour slot. Recording on her phone normally didn’t take long, but this was a far more detailed analysis. Baby was meticulous and heard things Veronica seemed to miss. If a note was flat, or early, it was redone, over and over until it was perfect.
Once it was complete, at the end of the day, Baby placed the headphones over her ears and played the finished song all the way through. 
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes  from the start, as she realised she actually liked hearing herself this time, and the effects and the beat that Baby had added in, gave her a floaty feeling in her chest like she was riding a roller coaster. She fought the smile until it was too strong, and the overjoyed laugh wouldn’t stay in her throat.
Baby’s smile was soft as they looked up at her. “D’you like it?”
Veronica’s voice was hoarse, her throat was sore and her fingers numb; but listening to the finished product lifted her heart, warmed her soul.
“It’s - it’s great.” She swallowed. “Thank you.”
“Oh, you’re so welcome Veronica. You know, I was looking for you online earlier, but I couldn’t see any videos for your music, just the fan-made ones - can you send me the links?
“Videos?” Veronica echoed. “What videos?”
Baby’s jaw dropped to the ground. “Hang on. Don’t you have any videos for your singles? Nothing? Oh god - we’re gonna have to hook you up. So this song - is this for your next single? When is your label planning to release? Or is this an album track?”
“It’s a side quest,” Tia said flatly.
“A what?”
“It won’t be an album track,” Veronica started, but Baby carried on through her.
“Oh, okay, well anyway, Veronica, I think you need a really eye-catching video as well for this song you’ve got here. Think about the sorts of things you want for it. You can use the green screen studio here too if you want to play instruments, but think about what you want and if you want bits at certain locations as well.“
But all the way home that evening, she didn’t really know what sorts of things she could do for a video, or where to start. And the deadline to submit her song and video was only six weeks away.
Maybe Joe can help me choose.
But when she got home, her loneliness echoed in the mundane sounds in the flat. The scrape of the front door, the keys on the countertop, the creak of the door to the living room. The buzz of her phone when a message came through, but when she looked, she found she had two to read.
Divina @ 19.02: for a video you should stay within budget, i would prioritise recording and editing costs with the money and do what you’d like with the surroundings, lots of free spaces in London you will prob find something Divina @ 19.03: recording quality is important but natural light saves you lighting costs and natural environment can be a great backdrop. Have fun with it and bring the song to life xx
Her heart sank at the other message.
Joe @ 19.08: out with anubis and the dnd lot will be late dont wait for me x
The lead weight in her gut hung heavier. It’s always the way; he just runs off with his D&D group the day after. 
She needed to talk to him. They still hadn’t talked about Veronica’s birthday either. Or that time in June where they’d both come home from work stressed and wound up and it had felt good to help the other unwind -
They had to talk. 
Even if Veronica wasn’t sure what to say.
——
“Sorry I’m late,” Veronica flopped down onto the chair in the cafe two days later, putting down the bottle of water and jamming the heels of her hands into her temples with a groan. “Oh, god. Worst Wednesday ever. One of the invoices got messed up and I had to create a whole new order form before I could create it again.”
Dakota slammed her coffee down, staring wide-eyed at her. “You still have an office job?”
“You’ve had two number one singles, babe.” Baby tilted their head, regarding her through a mask of concern. “That’s gonna do you an injury.“
“I’m down to four days, and I need to keep money coming in.”
“It’s not always as fast to change over, Baby.” Tia, sitting beside Veronica, blew bubbles into their Diet Coke through the straw. 
Baby made a noise in their throat. “Probably won’t be much longer. Anyway. Video time! What have you been thinking?”
“Oh, God,” Veronica laughed, “lots of thoughts.”
“Spill.” Baby leaned towards her; Dakota mimicked them, leaning so close that Veronica felt like she was back at a teenage sleepover about to tell them her crush.
“So. There’s basically three types of music video, from what I can tell,” Veronica said, holding up four fingers. “One. What I’m calling the band video. Basically just a band playing their instruments, there’s loads of slow motion shots of the band members, hair flicking, the lead singer looking moody - that kind of thing.”
“Yeah, that’s one,” Baby nodded at her. “In the biz we normally call that the performance video. Good if you just want the viewer to see you strumming a guitar and lip synching.”
“Exactly.” Veronica put one finger down. “Second, there’s a story. Crap acting and the occasional wide-angle lens of the singer looking sad.”
Tia snorted and held up their hands. “Yep. Been there, done that.”
"Narrative.” Baby grinned. “Really popular.”
“Then there’s the … I don’t know how to describe this. The weird one. There is no reason for any of what’s happening, it doesn’t make sense with the song, but it looks cool. Sometimes they don’t even have the singer in them. Like, the song is about falling in love but the video is someone walking around the underground.”
Baby laughed. “Yeah, I know what you’re saying. We call them concept videos; you don’t always understand the reason but it’s the artist’s vision. I see a lot more of those now, people never used to like them, but they’re getting more popular.”
“I always wanted to do one of those,” Tia sighed, “but I don’t think I ever did.”
“Which one did you like doing most?” Veronica asked them.
Tia looked up to the ceiling, considering. “I liked the performance ones. They were always great. Normally in a nice car or a boat, or in mansions and old castles. And we used to dress up and strut around.”
“Oh, yeah. I call those the boss bitch ones.” Baby said. “They’re always really fun to record, and you always come away from those feeling really good about yourselves.”
“That’s the only thing I missed about the band. Us all trying to strut around and look sexy.” Tia gave a dry chuckle. “Didn’t work for me.”
“What did Vanity always say about you?” Baby asked them.
“That I had two left feet that she could see, and maybe two more invisible ones,” Tia deadpanned, picking up their straw. “And I guess she had a point.”
“I’m sure that’s not true,” Veronica shook her head. “Anyway, did I get them all?”
“You missed the animated video, but I don’t think you’d be wanting to go for either of those, would you? Is there one you like most?”
“I’m not sure.” Veronica rested her chin on the heel of her hand. “I’ve got the budget off the label, so I’ll see what I can get for that.”
“They might have some direction they want you to go in, I’d ask them first,” Baby pointed at Veronica’s phone. 
She picked it up, dropping Divina a message. 
Veronica @ 18.17: What sorts of things does the label want for the video? 
When she put her phone down, Baby and Tia were in deep discussion. 
“… office, and I’d already told them I had to take some leave. Ugh. I just want to get this wrapped up now.”
“Have you got some dates you’re wanting to get booked in?”
Tia nodded. “It’ll be quite a big chunk of December, Dakota said that was the earliest you had two days at a time available. God, at the rate we’re going though, we’ll only have three songs done!”
Baby’s mouth dropped in feigned outrage, giving them a slap on their forearm. “Is that a hint? Genius comes to those who wait, babe.”
“Are you …” But they both turned to Veronica as if in shock at her interruption, as if they’d forgotten she was there.
“Sorry. But are you doing music at the moment as well?”
Baby looked up at Tia, their face suddenly serious. But Tia nodded.
“Yeah, I’ve decided I have one more album in me.”
“They said that about their first,” Baby grinned.
"Alright, okay,” Tia put their hand to their forehead, chuckling softly at Baby’s remark. “I have at least one more album in me. So, Vee, your video, do you want to brainstorm some ideas?”
Having an industry professional and a fresh-from-retirement singer brainstorming a video with her made it much more methodical. Hiring recording equipment and the studio would be the main expense, but the rest was already at her fingertips.
“I know a few people with cameras,” Baby ticked off their fingers, “and there’s loads of woodland you can record in, and as long as it’s a nice day and we’re facing the right direction, you won’t need artificial lighting.”
All the way home visions of woodland and what her video could look like ran through Veronica’s head like a film reel. Ethereal, dreamlike images of herself dancing in sunlight through trees, something her mum would probably call frolicking and her sister would roll her eyes at and call embarrassing.
When she got back home, she ran to her wardrobe, running her hand along all the dresses she had and picturing herself in them, dancing to her song, being on a screen for millions of people to see. 
By the time she’d rounded it down to a shin-length pink dress and a shimmery gold summer dress, it was almost ten.
She wanted to see what Joe thought, but he hadn’t come home yet. 
——
"I’m sorry Neil … migraine. Really, really bad.”
She didn’t see Joe until that Friday morning, standing at the open door to her room, tapping his heel against the wooden frame, making what sounded to Veronica like a lot of noise. She waved a hand, but he didn’t take notice.
“No no, it’s fine; my in-tray was already done yesterday so it will just be today’s things …”
“Rodney.” Veronica looked up at Joe as the car horn sounded from outside yet again.
“Yeah, yes, I know Neil … and Kat has access to my emails.”
Another beep. Veronica coughed.
“Sorry, sorry - I’ll feel better on Monday. Hopefully. Thanks. Sorry. Bye." 
She hung up the call with a relieved sigh.
"All sorted.”
“Yes!” Joe punched the air while Veronica reached for her shoes. “See, I told you it would be easy to -”
Her phone was buzzing, this time a call from Tia’s number.
“Oh my god, I can’t, I need to -”
“Here.” Joe grabbed the phone and pressed the dial. “Well hello. How are you doing this fine sunny morning?”
“It’s meant to rain in like two hours, are you and Ronnie ready to -”
“Yes, yes we’re on our way.”
“Got everything? Change of outfit? Shoes? Makeup? Wipes? Deodorant?”
“Don’t worry my darling, we have everything on the list you gave us, just have to persuade our Ronnie to get out the door -”
“I’m coming, I’m coming!”
Joe just looked back at the phone. “That’s what she said after Pride too.”
“Joe -”
By the time they got downstairs, threw the two bags into the boot of Kitty’s car, and Kitty’s foot had hit the accelerator pedal, Veronica’s stomach was starting to hurt. 
“What if I’m seen?”
“Hmm?” Joe turned away from the window to face her, squashed in the middle with Tia on her left.
"I just don’t want to get in trouble. With Neil.”
“You won’t, my love; he has a duty to trust his employees.”
“Bit nerve-wracking, that’s all.” She sighed. “Tell you what though. I’ve never done it before, I feel dead naughty -”
“What?” The collective shout of the other four, combined with their heads spinning like owls round to face Veronica in the back sent the car into a drift, until Kitty gave a squeak and turned back to face the road, waving an apology at another car she’d come very close to.
“You’ve never just … taken a day?” Ella asked flatly, their jaw on the armrest next to the passenger seat.
“Ronnie, remember when you were leaving the house last month and I told you I had a day off? Well,” Joe patted her hand with a patronising smile, “it wasn’t because I’d booked one, let’s just say that.
"And I told my agent multiple times that I was getting laryngitis when I was really hanging out my arse or on a beach somewhere.”
Kitty waved her hand. “I told mine I thought I had appendicitis because I’d heard Ella mentioning it from some book she was reading, my agent didn’t even think about it, they just took my word, and I was then papped at Notting Hill carnival, with a huge cocktail in my arms, and put in the Metro the next day.”
“Oh my -” Veronica clapped a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing. “So you’ve all done this before?”
“Many, many times babe,” Tia shook their head. “God, how have you never done it!”
Veronica looked back at Joe. Bathed in amber sunlight, he looked positively angelic when he took her hand from her lap, stroked her knuckles.
“He isn’t out looking for you, Rodney, he just expects you to be in bed. Which, as far as he knows, you are. No one is gonna spot you outside. No one will see. They’re all in the office, so they won’t spot you all the way out in Epping Forest.”
Her tongue was robbed of a response, as it often was when he seemed to read her mind like this, but he still raised her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.
“It will all be fine, my love.”
Her stomach, twisting itself into a knot moments ago now settled, the slow ache passing away, because when Joe spoke words like that he seemed to cast a spell with them.
And he didn’t fail today.
They still needed to talk. But not today.
They pulled into a parking space, grabbed the bags from the boot, and follower Kitty and Ella to the agreed spot. Veronica’s eyes were trained on Ella on the way, ten feet ahead of the other three on their walk deeper into the forest. 
“What’s Ella Vaday doing here -”
“Oh - she’s really good at creative direction. She coordinated some videos for me when I first went solo.”
“She’s - she’s Glinda! She’s on the West End!” Veronica whispered back, her eyes wide. 
Tia shrugged. “Yeah, she is now, but she still does stuff like this now and then, and she is free today, so she said she’d come.”
A whirlwind had brought them to this point in less than twenty-four hours. A hurried message to the group chat from Baby that a last minute cancellation had come up in the studio for this afternoon; Tia finding people to record and a location to take advantage of the warm September sunshine; and Joe’s shift switching to Saturday night instead of Friday. The only thing that had been needed for everything to fall into place was for Veronica to get the Friday off work.
Just the idea of faking a migraine to her boss had been enough for adrenaline to still be running through her now, but arriving at Epping Forest on this perfect morning felt like nature sighing with relief.
Sunshine followed them here, the few clouds bright and blinding white as if dipped in melted silver. A rainbow of leaves, succumbing to autumn, painted their woodland canvas for the day in deep red and umber orange and mustard yellow and pale green, and the blue of the water of the lake they reached sparkled with diamonds left by sunlight.
“Where have you all been?” Baby was there, hugging Tia as they came up to them all. They were flanked by Dakota, yawning and clutching a steaming travel mug, and some others that Veronica hadn’t met, each holding a camera.
“Sminty and Le Fil,” Baby pointed to them each, “probably the most awake people here.”
At their words, Sminty raised her head and gave Baby a look that might have killed them on the spot if their back hadn’t been turned. 
“Are we ready to go,” Ella called, “light is looking fab at the moment so I don’t want to chance the weather turning or anything -”
“I just have to change quickly, and then we’re good to go.” Veronica looked around. “Where - where should I change?”
“The changing rooms are right there, love,” Sminty pointed to a spot with thin air, while Le Fil shrieked with laughter and batted her on the arm.
Dakota shrugged, smiling awkwardly. “That tree is quite big there, you might want to change behind it?”
She’d opted for the pink floaty dress, with lots of material to flow behind her. But in her hurry she’d forgotten her shoes, and all her accessories.
Jesus Christ.
So when she came round the tree, announcing herself with a forced jovial “ta-da!"  throwing her arms wide as she could, she couldn’t stop warmth creeping up her face. She was in her converse, grey with wear, however absurd it appeared against the pink flowing material of her skirts; and no accessories whatsoever. 
But Joe, beaming delightedly. gave a gasp and reached towards her. “You look fantastic, Rodney, an absolute dream.”
“Love that colour on you,” Dakota purred, “you’ll have to tell me where you got that dress - oh god, you look so lovely I could just eat you up.”
“Hey, hey, I saw her first, I’m calling dibs.”
“Maybe she isn’t interested in dibs, Joe, maybe -“
But Tia’s quiet, unfathomable expression drowned out their voices. They were looking at her as if they’d never seen her before, frozen like a statue, until Baby nudged them to say something and they picked up their phone.
“… this lovely place, isn’t it gorgeous!” Joe’s arm wrapped around her shoulders, turning Veronica to the view. “Absolutely wonderful. You’re going to fit right in.”
“Okay, let’s get going,” Ella was setting up the cameras as she spoke, adjusting positions for the movement of the sun. They had to work quickly against their natural backdrop which was changing every minute, every second they delayed.
Veronica realised with a laugh that the video set-up had virtually nothing to do with the song. In fact, by her own ratings, this was going to be number three: a weird one. 
“Veronica?” Ella called, approaching her and holding out her hand. “Are we taking any stills for the cover on your phone?” 
“Yeah -“ Veronica picked up her phone, but as she was switching on the camera, she spotted a new message from Divina.
Divina @ 9.05: sorry Ronnie been poorly last couple of days. yes the label want someone with you in the video besides Joe to act as a friend/love interest. having someone else in there makes you look more relatable xx
Her breath caught in her throat. “Oh, god.”
“What?” Ella asked.
“They want me to have someone else in the video.” She showed Ella and Joe her phone, and Joe closed his eyes.
“God’s sake. Couldn’t Divina have told you before this morning, Jesus.”
“I only messaged them on Wednesday night, it’s not their fault.”
“Alright,” Ella nodded, putting her hands on her hips. “You’ll need to get someone else to sign in to your video. Once you’ve got that, we can shoot. I think we’ll have to cancel today.”
“Cancel?” 
The word fell like a lead weight.  Veronica’s mind span at the realisation - she’d lose the day today for filming, she’d lose her slot at the studio, she’d lose the money she’d already paid towards that and to the people here … A frantic course of mental gymnastics later, and she realised that if she didn’t do this today, she’d likely have no budget to give it another try, her blood ran cold at the mere thought -
“I’ll do it.”
The voice came from behind Veronica. She looked over her shoulder at Tia, who shrugged. "I’m not doing much else other than standing around getting in the way.”
“Tia? Are you sure?” Ella raised one eyebrow. “Would it be okay if you were in someone else’s video in a non-singing part given … you know.”
There it was again.But Tia made a noise in their throat.
“As long as people don’t recognise me. Hang on. I’ve still got the cap I think…”
They looked in their bag, pulling out a baseball cap. “Oh, good, I thought I still had this. It’s not mine, it’s Vic’s,” Tia explained, “she left it at my house one time, I said she had to come and get it, and she said she would … and then she didn’t.”
Baby frowned. “You think people aren’t going to recognise you … because you’re wearing a hat?”
“I’m in my casuals, why not?” Tia motioned down to their jeans and tie-dye shirt, looking up at Veronica. “What do you think?”
And truthfully what Veronica thought wasn’t something she could verbalise, but her fireworks were exploding in her chest and hope had sprung again in her mind. 
“Sounds good,” Joe said behind them both, “what are we waiting for?”
Working with Ella on a set outside meant painstaking planning. Ella held her phone at so many angles, testing lighting and filters and sound, taking almost twice as long to set up as to film.
But once she was satisfied, filming here was like being lost in some magical world. She encouraged Veronica to do whatever felt right; to dance, spin, to hang from trees and cartwheel. Ella recorded lots of angles, lots of locations, and plenty of plain shots for the green screen later, while Veronica let worry leave her body through her hands and feet into the dirt and grass, let herself become the song.
Making music had always been a magnetic pull, but the music coming alive this blissful way intoxicated her, and quitting her office job for more and more of this sensation had never felt more tempting.
It was Ella who brought her back to Earth, in a scene with Tia. They were meant to be walking towards each other, but Ella had shouted for them to stop so many times the sun was disappearing behind the clouds.
“Cut - alright, okay, you both need to learn how to walk.”
“What?” Both Tia and Veronica said in unison, and then Veronica caught their eye and they both snorted with laughter.
Ella huffed for what felt like the millionth time that morning. “This is serious - you can’t just walk like you normally walk, you have to walk mysteriously.”
Veronica put her hands on her hips. “How in the name of satan’s balls am I meant to do that?”
Ella ignored Tia’s explosion of laughter, slapping their hand to their mouth to quash it, folding her arms. “Just walk like you normally would, but mysteriously.”
She walked back to her spot, and tried again, this time mimicking  a creeping motion with her hands and feet that made Tia stop dead in their tracks, their face tensed as they tried not to laugh again.
“Cut - Veronica.”
Imitating Ella’s weary huff, Veronica folded her arms. “Ella.”
She gestured at the sky. “Do you want to be doing this in the rain?”
Veronica let her arms drop to her sides. “Just - okay.” She turned and walked back to her spot. “Tell me how it should be, then.”
“I already said. Mysterious.”
“But what does that even -“
“Ron, just look at me as if you’ve never seen me before, but I’ve got something really sparkly on my face - like a diamond or something - and you want to take it off me.” Tia waved a hand as they spoke. “It’s fine, Ella, we’ll get it.”
Tia was wringing their hands, and Veronica mouthed a sorryat them, but they gave her a small smile, shaking their head.
She fixed her gaze on a spot just above their eyeline, and tried to picture what Tia might have there if they could grow anything. Maybe a unicorn horn, maybe a jewel, maybe another eye. Maybe it wouldn’t even be something growing, but a headpiece, delicately placed on their head with a decorative piece in the centre. 
No, that would be annoying. If that was me, I’d be batting it off my head all day. 
No, a jewel seemed most likely. And as they came closer to her, she could see them with a sapphire maybe, or topaz, or maybe a brilliant amber with deeper browns and golds at its heart -
“Cut. Better, much better. I think that’s a wrap on this scene. Do you two want to go and sit on the branch now?” 
Veronica barely realised she’d moved at all, but apparently she had, and Tia had met her in the middle, tilting their head to the left in what was becoming a familiar movement.
“See?” They murmured, so quietly Ella wouldn’t have heard. “Instant mystery.”
But Veronica wheezed with laughter and made her way past them to the branch of the tree they were both meant to be sitting on next.
For the ending, she and Tia were meant to be filmed from behind, sitting on this low branch and looking at the lake. But all the expertise she had garnered as a kid at climbing trees seemed to have left her body, and she yelled in frustration as she swung from it like a sloth. 
Tia chuckled, climbing on easily and tugging her up with them, their arm around the bough to keep steady.
“We’re just going to film the ending, with you two looking at the distance, so just, y'know,” Ella gestured with her hands  “do what you’d normally do together.”
Veronica waited for her to move behind them before muttering, “Yeah, because I’m always up in trees with people,” to another snort from Tia.
“You’re nailing this, Vee.” 
Their voice was so low. The hand around Veronica’s shoulder was quivering, ever so slightly, and they would not let go of the bough of the tree with their other arm. 
“Tia,“ How did you know that would work?”
They bobbed their shoulders. “You pick up a few tricks as you go along.”
“Yeah, but …” Veronica chuckled, “that was pretty specific, Tia.”
Tia opened their mouth and then closed it with a bark of laughter. “You know - yeah.”
They were looking towards the horizon, but blinds had fallen behind their eyes again, lips pressing tightly together and then parting.
“Look,” Veronica began, but the longer she looked at them, the more unsure every word in the dictionary sounded in her head, trying to piece together something that she could say to them. 
Eventually, she settled on just one. “Thanks.”
They frowned, turning to her. “For … for teaching you a trick?”
Veronica shook her head with another laugh. “No! For …”
For standing in. For calming me down. For being here. For always being here for some reason -
“… for this.” She gestured in a wide circle, hoping to make some sense. But Tia’s eyes darted between hers, their fingers tightening at her shoulder and their lips pressing tightly together. 
“I mean it,” she continued, not sure what was propelling her to speak but needing to fill this expanse, “you’re - you’ve done so much for me, and …”
“You’re, like …”
But Tia gave a quiet laugh, averting their eyes to her shoulder with a bite of their lip - and that bizarre urge Veronica had on the roof came back again -
“Cut, we’re good! Nice one!” Ella shouted from behind them both, brushing her hands when Veronica turned to her. “Back to the studio now?”
When Veronica turned back, Tia was wordlessly sliding off the branch, helping Veronica back down by catching her against their chest, hurriedly letting her go, letting in the chilly wind that was picking up.
”Guess we should -“
”Yeah,” Veronica nodded. “Off to the studio.”
But Tia sat in the passenger seat on the way back, and Veronica didn’t get the chance to find out what she was.
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It took almost a month for the edit to be completed on her video, but at the start of October, the deadline approaching to apply, Kitty emailed her to say it would be with her the following day.
Divina had breathed a sigh of relief when Veronica had told them. “Oh, thank God. Come to the office tomorrow afternoon and we’ll get the whole thing done and dusted and sent off.”
But when the afternoon crept on, with no email from Kitty, Joe persuaded her to take a detour with him to a park he’d found one stop away from the office. 
They walked together, while leaves around them tumbled in clusters from the trees, draping an autumnal carpet around their feet, and the rain fell in a gloriously steady noise on the umbrella and the trees and the river before them.
Joe gave a shiver, and Veronica turned to him.
“Remind me why you brought me out here.”
“Well.” Joe shrugged. “Nice to find a bit of London that isn’t all urban jungle, darling, don’t you think? And anyway. You seemed a little …” he looked up, contemplating his next words. “… tetchy. Yes, a little tetchy.”
“Tetchy?”
But she had to admit, he had a point. Her stomach rumbled from not having had a thing to eat since breakfast; her eyelids were heavy from waking up at three this morning, too excited to fall asleep again.
This video was the final piece of the puzzle for Eurovision, but it was more than that.
It was her own vision. It was art in a form she’d never contemplated. It was her embodiment of her song, it was completely and utterly her, something that she wanted to see on the screen, something that transcended herself and watch the music come out of her, watch herself rising, rising -
The email arrived.
Joe heard the buzz, and turned to her, quirking an eyebrow.
With a hammering heart, Veronica clicked the email, nodding at him.
“Here we go,” she whispered to Joe, and he gave an excited squeak and leaned closer to her. 
There it was.
Her video.
Her video.
Her video.
Lustrous shimmers danced in her hair and all the frills of the fabric of her dress, drifting like candyfloss clouds in the echoes of her movements. Pastel pink lights filled the screen, letting Veronica bask in an ethereal blur of light. She saw someone with effortless elegance, every step so free and joyful, someone who had exploded into life from a cocoon, who sang a celebration of the world and of her place in it.
Some part of her was aware that Joe’s arm slipped into hers to grasp and rub her hand, but her heart fluttered and her lungs wouldn’t work and she was lost in this idyllic dream …
Then the music ended, the video stopped, bringing her sharply back to reality.
Veronica was back under Joe’s huge black umbrella, and all the while the world had continued to turn, leaves spiralling downwards in brown and red and orange, and the pattering of raindrops around them both clearing her mind, cooling her overheated nerves. 
Neither of them spoke.
All Veronica felt was her soul settling back into her body, a hum from Joe, squeezing her fingers.
“Magnificent, isn’t it? What did you think?”
But Veronica didn’t reply. She just kept breathing, words rushing half-formed through her head but vanishing before she could catch them.
“I … are you sure you’re happy you were only in a little bit of it?" 
"Of course!” Joe squeezed her hand. “You know I have more of a face for radio, anyway.”
“Oh. We’ll have to get you on there then.”
Joe gave a cackle, throwing his head back.
She turned to him. “What?”
“This is why I love spending time with you, Ronnie, because most people would just simper at me that of course I don’t have a radio face, but your reaction is to want to get me on the radio instead!” He cackled again, and Veronica’s face grew very warm again.
“Sorry. I don’t think I registered-”
“Don’t apologise, it’s hilarious!” He leaned into her, laughter dying, and grinned at her. “Anyway, I loved it. There was the right amount of me and the right amount of you. And Tia looks really different to how they look on their socials, don’t you agree? I hardly recognised them at first.”
She nodded, and with a jolt in her stomach realised that if Joe didn’t recognise them, and he’d seen them close up, then what was to stop them from being incognito with the world?
By the time she’d walked the rest of the way to the office, Divina was waiting in the lobby for her, tapping their foot against the leg of their chair and sighing with a roll of their eyes when she got in. 
“You really like to do everything last minute dot com, don’t you?” They stood, leading her back towards their office, from the main reception and through the corridor, through the open plan workstations and to the offices at the back. 
It still smelled of fresh paint, even though the walls didn’t seem to have changed colour at all; but while Divina walked briskly through the hallway of the main reception area, Veronica stopped to admire the so-called talent wall. It was by far her favourite part of the office, featuring all the pictures and names and descriptions of the various careers of people who were currently signed to the label, and their achievements.
“I’m not on this wall yet!” She called to Divina. “When is my picture getting put here?”
“When you win Eurovision, Ron,” Divina deadpanned back. 
She chuckled to herself, skimming her eyes across the names. Lots of stars from the past and present, familiar names …
Tia Kofi?
“This needs to be submitted before five, Ronnie!”
She had to tear herself away from their blurb on the wall and jog through the office to Divina’s voice, from their cubicle of a room. Painstakingly organised, the wall calendar neatly marked with annotations and every paper in their neat pile, Veronica always felt they were taking a trip to their old headmaster’s office whenever she went to see them.
They were perched at their chair, horn-rimmed glasses pushed up their nose, not looking up and tapping on the keyboard plugged into their laptop. 
“Have you got everything ready to submit?” 
Veronica nodded. “Yes.”
“You sure? You did the checklist the label made you?”
“Yep - I filled in the form, I got the song cover, the song itself, I’ve got the video, I’ve done everything they asked.” She unfolded the paper for the fiftieth time, running a finger down every question again. “Act, Veronica Green. Names of participants, Veronica Green. Pretty straight forward so far,” she giggled at her own joke.
Divina echoed her laugh, but their foot was tapping against the table leg, Veronica could feel it. “Good.”
“Label, Meridian; song title, Butterfly; song length, two minutes and fifty four seconds -“
“Alright, alright, I don’t need to hear it all.” Divina pulled up their paper copy of the checklist. “Form, done. Song? In each format?”
“Saved on the email.”
“Video?”
“Compressed and ready to send.”
“Art?”
“Everyone’s been credited,” Veronica checked again, “yep, they’re all on there.”
“The endorsement from Meridian? Well,” Divina muttered, opening their folder on their screen, “I’ve got that. Somewhere. That’s the vital part; they won’t submit you without the sponsorship from the label. Ah, here it is. Alright. You just need the email itself now.”
“What,” Veronica put a hand to her chest, “can’t I just say hey, pick me, I can get the Eurovision party started right now?”
A nerve twitched in Divina’s neck.
“I’m joking, I promise.” Veronica raked a hand through her hair. “Okay. How about this. ‘Dear theydies and gentlethem, I wrote a song, please consider me for the queer FA Cup final this year. Love Ronnie.’ And I’ll add some kisses.”
Joe would have laughed. Tia probably would have too. Divina just tilted their head and stared wordlessly at Veronica.
“Okay, fine. I’ll put For your consideration, please find attached my submission for the Eurovision Song Contest 2023 to represent the UK. Kind regards, Veronica Green.”
“That sounds ideal.” Divina unfolded her arms. “You’ve got about an hour before the deadline, I’d recommend getting it done right now.”
Even though she’d checked the attachments of the email to the BBC so many times, she checked them again. And one more time for good measure. They hadn’t changed since this morning: still the song, all the album artwork, and now the video. Everything still worked, everything was still there.
She took a deep breath.
Her finger hovered over the blue Send button on the screen.
Then she pressed it, and breathed out.
It’s done.
It’s done! 
Her whole body tingled. Her hands shook slightly and the oxygen in the room didn’t feel like it was quite enough.
I’ve applied for Eurovision. Holy shit!
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ellavaday · 2 years
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love that this came on to my feed just as lizzo started to sing "it's bad bitch o'clock" on my playlist
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One of the edits I made for Veronica Green. Hope you like it🥰🥰
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For your 15 minute challenge, I am once again asking for greentia at a cat shelter
it is done! ofc i would for you babe honestly this is really fucking soft can't lie they're just like that as a ship huh
“Ronnie! Look at this one!” Veronica turned around to see Tia bent down, staring at a black and white cat who looked back at her curiously.
“You’ve decided for us?” She walked over to join Tia in watching the cat, glancing at the sign on her cage she noticed the cat’s name.
“Heather? Fitting for us, isn’t it.” “Heather and Veronica? No. Can’t say I’ve heard of anything like that.” Tia deadpanned, before laughing at her own joke so infectiously that Veronica couldn’t help but join in. She jokingly shoved Tia, the taller woman smiling at the act. As they continued to watch Heather she walked closer, sniffing Tia’s hand as she put it in the cage and meowing at her.
“Ron, we’re getting her,” Tia stated, already eyeing up the desk to sign the documents. “There’s no changing your mind is there? Sounds good to me.” Tia lept up with bright eyes and a grin, startling Veronica who returned to standing with a bit more grace. They walked over to the reception, Tia barely able to contain her excitement when they asked if she wanted to meet the cat.
There was something special about someone so tall and a small, fluffy little creature. Tia smiled throughout the whole act, Heather settling into her lap and purring contentedly as she was fussed over. Veronica snapped a picture, knowing she’d appreciate it in the future.
Another member of their little family. It was almost euphoric to realise she was building a life with Tia, moving in together, getting a cat. It was everything she’d ever dreamed of and watching them together just made it feel all the more real.
Tia beckoned her over, Heather looking at her curiously before moving to sit in between them, nuzzling her head into Veronica’s hand as she began to pet the cat.
Yeah, this was the one. The person and the cat she wanted to spend her life with.
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Day 15 of UK May Drag celebrates @veronicaqween.  Please be sure to check out all of her amazing work.
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plegdoctor · 1 year
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Podcast host au [I am forcibly removed from the internet]
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mythicalchords · 2 years
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i am currently sobbing over veronica green pls send me all of your veronica content
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petitmonde · 1 year
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Can you do the Vee vampire pic but as if she’s in twilight pls xx
For research purposes only, of course
I'll do you one better...
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