Dove Olivia

i'm flattered, truly. i seem to have left a renee-shaped imprint on your heart – or at least on your sense of humor. you, the generous soul, gracing the audience with your presence and me, the humble performer, just roking your world with my set. glad you came and loved my gig, baby. sorry i was busy afterwards to personally thank you. also forgot to. mostly because i didn't really want to.

You're so full of yourself, my god. Someone needs to take your ego down a peg or two. You were good, but you weren't that good. I didn't need your personal thanks, that'd be a bit strange. You better have watched my set though otherwise this friendship is off to the worst start.

I should. That's got to be one of the perks of living together now, right? Among other things. I'll absolutely let him know! Whatcha' up to now, babe? Living your best groupie life, or?

You can basically demand whatever you want now. Or at least that's what I do with Vic. Do I even want to know what these other things you're getting up to us? Yeah - Vic has about a week off before her next show, so we're just doing things to set up our house but I'm pretty much going to be following her around like a lost puppy.

It was truly amazing to experience and I'm also glad I got some time with you, my sweet girl. Your set was also amazing to see. You had nothing to worry about, but I get the pre-show jitters. They hit us all pretty hard until we're on stage. We did and it was amazing, we'll have to do it again, maybe, the next event? It'll be like our tradition.

Thank you, baby. I appreciate you a lot. I know that there was nothing to worry about, now. But I just get in my head a lot. It's part of the reason I canceled all my shows in South America. Who knows what event is going to throw us together again, but you've got it, baby girl.

All good, no retiring thinking over here — just got back on the pitch, after all. No pressure at all, how could you forget a birthday literally days away from yours? But also, if you do forget, I won't hold it against you.

I'm going to admit here that I have no clue about the football side of things but it's good to hear you're back out there. Is this your way of telling me that you're going to forget when my birthday is? Rude.

I feel ancient sometimes, babe. I don't know if it's the moving thing, or just having been at a music festival for a few days but oh my god, I'm sore. Going on eighty at this point. I would literally never complain about you and you know it. Keeping you in my pocket is my new plan. Whatever makes you happiest, Chlo. You were amazing up on stage, by the way. You and Vic make an electric duo!

Maybe it's a combination of all the things. You should ask your man to give you a massage - I'm sure that he'll provide you the goods. I ask Vic to give me massages all the time. Very satisfying. My favorite little 80 year old. Thank you, babe. I appreciate you so much. Zayn did amazing, too. You can pass that message along to him for me please and thank you.

Okay you make a really good point, just know if and when I do meet him I will be telling you all about meeting him cause to me he really seems like the complete package knowing he was and is a Mama's Boy to this day. Let me just add I have a special place in my heart for people like that. Do you think I would miss a chance to see you perform live and also see you doing a duet or two with your gorgeous wife? Of course not. Are you having a good time so far here at the festival now that you are done performing?

Sounds like you're ready to marry the dude. How is Zac going to feel about that one? Camila Moore. I'm here for it. Well, I hope you liked our performance because it was truly something special. I loved the fact that she got confident enough to play the piano in front of a crowd of people. Just call me a proud as fuck wife. I had a great time - and now I'm ready to follow her on tour now.

doing the same thing over and over again would take the fun out of it all. who wants to do the same thing when changing it up and testing waters is way more fun? aww, i think that's so cool you guys get to do that together. i can't wait to see it live. watch it be everything i'm sure you dreamt of. i wanted one event where i could just enjoy the event and support all the amazing talent from the crowd, you know? it was still super fun for me. feel like i can't even choose which my favorite was so far.

Does this mean that you're going to do something outside of the country genre soon? Performing with Vic was everything to me, honestly. I feel like we're on this whole other level now that we couldn't before. I guess that makes sense - although I know I missed you up there on the stage.

vic stood backstage, the pulsating energy from the crowd seeping through the curtains, a rhythmic heartbeat that matched her own. she could feel the bass reverberate through the soles of her boots, grounding her in the present. her thoughts wandered to the countless hours spent in the company of her own bass guitar, the strings now familiar beneath her fingertips like the lines on the palm of her hand. she had missed the subtle dance of muscle memory coaxing melody from the instrument. a quick mental count of the setlist played in her mind, her inner monologue droning on with notes and cues. the mantra "make it till you break it" didn't just apply to her anxiety; it was a promise of commitment to the performance, to dove, and to their shared artistry. when dove's voice broke through her focus, a concern about the set's reception, vic turned, her eyes locking onto her wife's reflection in the mirror. "babe, they're here for you. for us. they're gonna fucking love it because it's real – because it's us and we’re iconic," she said, her voice a mix of conviction and a tease. she allowed herself a chuckle, brushing off the compliment about their collective attractiveness with a playful eye roll. "you're the star. i'm just the sexy bassist eye candy," but her jesting faded as dove wrapped her in an embrace, the sincerity in her wife's words pulling at her heartstrings. vic leaned into the kiss, a silent acknowledgment of their bond. "i love you too, more than anything," she whispered back, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. "and ready? i was born ready. let's show them what we've got,"

the walk to the stage felt like a journey across galaxies. the stairs may well have been a mountain, but vic ascended them with the deliberate pace she was known for. the crowd came into view, and a surge of exhilaration rushed through her. this was where she thrived, where all doubts dissolved into the ether of the stage lights. she felt alive, electric. her transformation was palpable, the shift from anxious to commanding, a metamorphosis that never ceased to amaze her. she marveled at the blonde's ability to shine, to captivate, to own every inch of the space they shared. as 'sand' approached, vic took her place at the piano, the unfamiliar territory sending a thrill of adrenaline through her. the keys were cool beneath her touch, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from the spotlight above. her whisper was a lifeline in the swell of anticipation. "i'm with you," vic assured, her gaze steady, her voice a grounding force. "let's make magic," and as their fingers began to dance across the keys, vic allowed herself to be swept away by the melody, by the moment, by the love she had for this woman and the music they made together. it was a performance, yes, but more so, it was a declaration, a testament to their journey, to the trials they’d overcome, and the triumphs they celebrated, together, under the glow of a thousand lights.

Creating music has always been something that Dove loved – it was embedded in her from such a young age. She never fully understood why it was so important to her, until this moment. Being able to connect with someone that you so deeply love, on a whole new level. Of course they had been practicing before the performance, at home, in studios, even once while in Nashville, to make sure the final product was polished. But you never really knew what would happen until you were up on stage. Seeing the passion that Victoria was putting in behind the performance on the piano, made the singer swell with emotions. She knew how nervous her wife was, even if she was pushing it back to comfort her. The singer hated the fact that Victoria pushed her feelings aside for her sake – Dove was going to find a way to make it up to her wife, even if she knew she didn’t have to. Relationships were about giving and taking. Nothing was ever going to be completely equal for this reason. It wasn’t even deep down that Dove had to search to know that they complimented each other perfectly. Where she was mostly calm, and collected - grounding Vic in the moments that were needed, her partner did the same for her – bringing her out of her shell, letting her experience life a little more. Victoria was the partier of the two of them, and Dove couldn’t be more thankful for all the crazy adventures they had already experienced, let alone what they were going to have. With a song like ‘Sand’ it was so easy to get wrapped up in the emotions of the lyrics. It was one of the songs that meant so much to her as an artist. Writing and recording it had healed something in her, and each time she played it live (even if it had only been at a few fan events so far) – it felt like something more was getting healed. Like a love letter to her younger self. Dove Cameron had learned how to love, and how to be loved. A day she still couldn’t believe had happened. No matter what people said about their relationship – whether they were angry because she canceled her shows in South America, and now was going to travel with Vic on her DJing tour, take vacations and just have fun writing her album – the older woman knew that they would get through all the scrutiny together. They were two parts of one whole. As the song was coming to the end, the blonde tried to control her emotions – but failed. Some tears escaped her as it concluded and she looked over at her wife with a big sense of pride. Quickly wiping her tears away, she smiled at the love of her life, before doing the same to the crowd. Victoria had played the piano, and now it was time for Dove to face her fear – doing a full song in Italian, which she still wasn’t totally confident in. She didn’t want to mispronounce anything – even if people in the crowd may not notice, it was her hypercritical self who would. "Are we ready to change it up a notch?" She yelled into the mic, laughing at the reaction the crowd gave them.

Feeling Ariana wrap her arms around her, Dove grinned and easily returned the hug. "Ari, baby. I'm so happy that you're here. Miracle that somehow we ended up in the same place." With everything that her friend had been doing, she was surprised to see her in Santa Monica. "It would of been such a good time to play some songs from your new album. Missed opportunity there, babe." Taking a sip of the drink the blonde had in her hand, a small smile formed on her lips as Ariana talk about her set with her wife. "Yeah. It's going to be so good to perform with her. I'm nervous and anxious about it. But it should be good. It's like I'm basically opening for Paramore and Taylor Swift that day." She crinkled her nose, as that thought set in. At least she wasn't performing after such a big name. "Is there anyone else you're dying to see?

'pretty decent' she says, likely balling her eyes out in her room. cool. thankfully, that's barely a scratch for me, takes a lot more than that to hurt me. i mean, i’m kinda like a rubik's cube that fights back, but yeah, it'd be pretty damn sweet if you bothered to get to know me. benefits are questionable but you know, would be cool.

Oh, yeah. Crying so much when my wife gets me off several times a night. You're clearly all I can think about these days. That one night really got me craving more. Well, maybe we can start this whole friendship thing over again. I'll even make an effort to come and watch your set at the festival. I'm generous.

It really did. If this whole music thing doesn't work out for me then I'm going to go into the world of comedy. You can earn your humor card back, don't even worry about that. Ah, that makes sense. How was Ohio? Are you excited to be on stage again?

Oh, Dove, you really should get to know a little about the man cause he truly is a mystery and one I am glad to have learned about the last few years after watching him on his latest show for CBS. From what I have heard a lot of the stories come from real life and other times vivid imagination. A step in the right direction if you ask me. As long as you are happy which it definitely sounds like you are, I am happy for you. Are you nervous for performing here at the festival in Santa Monica?

Get to know about a man that I'm never going to meet? Nah. That sounds like far too much effort for no reason, honestly. Vivid imagination is one way to describe it. Some of the storylines are completely fucked up. Always happy, Cami. I don't think there's anyone who could bring my mood down. A little nervous, yeah. Or a lot. But I think it's going to be okay. Are you going to be out in the crowd?

reflecting on how she had navigated paralyzing anxiety during her teenage years, the italian woman now found solace in her ability to mask it. while she still encountered moments of unease, she had become adept at concealing it, convincing herself of her competence to overcome feelings of inadequacy. her personal mantra of "make it till you break it" had become her modus operandi. a significant part of her coping mechanism involved acclimating to the stage from a young age. it had now become second nature, a kind of remedy for her anxiety. on stage, she felt most authentic, relishing the exhilaration of performing, excelling in her craft, or gracefully masking errors when they occurred.

conversely, when dove confronted her own stage anxiety, vic couldn't directly relate, but she empathized deeply, offering unwavering support. from providing words of encouragement and coaching her through breathing exercises to encouraging her to articulate her fears, she left no stone unturned in her efforts to stand by dove. even in matters as seemingly trivial as selecting their stage attire, vic was there for her wife. this upcoming performance marked one of the first times they would share the stage for an extended period. victoria eagerly anticipated the occasion not only because she and the other blonde shared a passion for performing, but also because amidst her dj gigs and preparations, she missed her first true love—the bass. harnessing this energy, she patiently bolstered her. the previous night, she had cradled her wife in her arms, reassuring her repeatedly that everything would be splendid, emphasizing her unwavering support. whether this truly assuaged her nerves remained to be seen as they readied themselves backstage.

"look at us, the hottest married couple out there," the younger woman exclaimed with enthusiasm as she finished her makeup. snatching her phone, she captured her signature mirror selfie before beckoning her wife to join. "get over here, babe! i need all these pics before we start looking like hot sweaty messes." / @wickeddove

Having canceled her South American festivals, Dove felt slightly guilty for getting up on stage in Santa Monica. The blonde felt like she was letting down a lot of her fans but the idea of getting up on stage in such a big setting freaked her out. Each time she thought about it - it drove her into a panic attack. And her album wasn't ready, yet. This moment felt easier. It wasn't as big and she'd have her wife beside her. The person she loved most to support her. She couldn't think of anything better. Hopefully her fans would understand, but she was ready for comments to flood her socials. Staring at the mirror, Dove tried to do her make up - which was taking longer than usual. Trying to delay the inevitable. Outside of this room, she knew there was support in the crowds with her best friends there, that's another positive thing she could focus on. Getting out of her head was never easy - but as time went on, Dove was more open to talking to Victoria about her doubts. They had truly grown in the past few months of their marriage. What once seemed to difficult was now easy. "What if no one likes the set?" The American wondered out loud, turning to face the love of her life, having finally finished her makeup and hair.

"It's because of you that we're hot. I'm taking none of that credit." The older woman looked over her wife with a smirk - she was looking forward to the moment she could take off Vics clothes, never being able to get enough of seeing the Italian naked. Or seeing her at all, really. To say that Dove was completely obsessed (and in love) with the younger woman would be an understatement. Moving slowly over to Vic, Dove wrapped her arms around the taller womans torso, reaching up to give her a kiss, as the photo was taken. "I love you. Thank you for everything these past few days. And agreeing to come out on stage with me. I couldn't do it without you." Closing her eyes for a moment, Dove took a deep breath before pulling away from her wife. "Are you ready to do this, babe? I've been practicing. A lot."

Dragging the younger woman out of the room and over to the stage. It was now or never. Standing at the stairs of the stage, Dove looked up - it seemed like a mountain that she was going to have to climb. As the introduction to her set started playing, Dove took a deep breath, making her way up the staircase. Hearing the crowd, Dove looked over at Victoria with a grin. Now she felt like she was in her element. Before being on stage, it felt like the world was always on her shoulders but the moment she was out there. It was completely different. The blonde came alive under the lights - and it always made her wonder why she got so worried about it. As the time went on, Dove got more comfortable, moving around the stage, dancing along to the instrumental parts. As it came time to play 'Sand' - she joined Victoria on the piano. This was their moment together - it was the hardest song for her to perform, and play - with so many emotions behind it, along with the piano moments. "Are you ready, babe?" She whispered, looking at her wife - knowing that the piano was somewhat knew for Victoria.

Maybe at this music festival? I know he'll be there as he's such a music lover. You followed your heart, that's what matters. You'll be there and in mine, no worries, babe. Right now, I need to find a partner first, I'm just living my best single life right now, no rushing. I'll definitely come to both just to enjoy time with you and see your wife be amazing from the sounds. Yup, definitely and glad to be apart of it. I'm so glad to hear it and see it, Dove. You deserve it all.

Maybe. I’m checking out as many of these sets as I can because there’s nothing better than a gold music festival. Also hoping that seeing the crowds vibes makes me less anxious to play my own set. What day are we hanging out? Cause obviously we’re gonna party hard. Get a lil drunk and dance the night away.