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Feb 13th, 2026

Gus was used to waking up with a severe hangover again by now. He'd been doing well for a while too. He'd switched labels too late, hoping they could help save his relationship but it had been too late. There was little left to save because it had gone too far with the press before he was informed. He felt angry towards the press and with the upcoming promotion of his album it had soured his mood significantly. He'd spent last night drinking like crazy knowing it was his last opportunity. He had to get up early tomorrow for promotional work and he was not in the mood. Even Phillipe had avoided him last night, as he'd gotten drunk far beyond reason and had spent most of the evening writing angry lyrics and songs. They were strewn all over the place and it looked horrible. He'd ended up falling asleep in his home studio where he recorded for himself from time to time, not for sake of anybody else.

He woke when somebody was at the gate as he heard the ringing through his entire brain in tenfold. He'd have ignored it, if it didn't make Phil incredibly grumpy and the last thing he needed for for Phil to decide to use him as a cushion for a nap as revenge. It didn't help against the headache. He grumpily got up and up to the screen where he could see who was at the gate and he groaned as he saw it was Charlotta. He pushed the little button that would let her in and tossed on some clothes as she had some time to get to the front door. If she was apparating in he was in trouble. It'd mean she had to go looking through the house for him and would likely see the abundent evidence of a night well spent and well, he didn't need her mommitude today. No matter how much he respected and quite frankly, adored the woman, he was not in the mood to have to deal with anybody but Phil.

So he tossed on some lazy clothes and made himself look as decent as possible in a short range of time before heading up to the front door and letting Charlotta in. He opened the door and blinked grumpily, even though the sun was not in his eyes. "Did I forget an appointment?" He asked wearily as he already held open the door so she could easily come in. He walked off, knowing she could find the sofa without much effort. He himself went to the corner with the dinner table to pick up a bottle that wasn't empty yet and filled the bowl with food for Phil before joining her in the living room, waving his wand to have the rain of paper across the floor gather itself into a box. He flopped on the sofa and soon enough he heard the thread of Phil in the distance. He'd probably come up to join them soon, knowing his food was on the table. Gus looked at Charlotta calmly as he took a large swig from the bottle of vodka. "I'm guessing this is about the promotion for the album?" He said with the clear undertone of a child dreading to do his homework. If only this didn't involve the press..

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February 13, 2026
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Charlotta wasn't too sure how she felt about having Auguste Courtemanche at her label. He was a phenomenal musician, but he and Emrys were very similar. In fact the pair were a duo she hated to see together as they just posed far to many problems when they were in close proximity. It was like Emrys had multiplied. Gus, thankfully, had been much better of late due to his relationship but from her understand that had ended as well. So he was sinking back into his old ways.

Charlotta rang at the gate to be let in, preferring to announce her presence to Gus with as much warning as possible in case he needed the time to make himself presentable. It took only a few moments before she was let in, and she slowly walked towards the door of the mansion. It was anything but humble. Clearly Gus was on the dramatic side, so it was no surprise that his mansion matched the trait. She just hoped he would stop giving Emrys ideas of how to spend his money. After reaching the door it took another few minutes before Gus finally answered, squinting at her and asking if they had an appointment. Charlotta raised an eyebrow. "Would I be here if there wasn't one?" she asked in return. It wasn't like she'd just happened to be in the neighborhood. She gave him a look over, and came to the conclusion that he must have gone on a drinking binge the night before.

Gus let her in and she stepped inside, closing the door behind her and looking around. Definitely went on a drinking binge. She moved to the sitting area and all the scattered pages. She didn't sit immediately, instead reaching down to pick up one of the pages and skim it. He'd gone on a lyric writing spree as well, it seemed. She set the page down on the table just as Gus started to make his way back, bottle in hand. She raised another eyebrow but didn't say anything. Her relationship with Gus was much different then Emrys. Where with Emrys she might chastise his behavior, Gus was an entirely different story. "Considering it releases tomorrow you can't put it off any longer." She answered. She knew most artists hated dealing with the press. But that was why they had her. Even Erik Esper had to "deal" with the press in a round about way.

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Charlotta had very little patience for his antics when it came to the business side of things. In all honesty, he greatly admired her and while her job was one that he found absolutely unappealing he was glad she was his manager. He wasn't trying to cause problems for her but it seemed that it was something that came rather natural to him. He just wanted to live his life and make some music. He loved having fans and he absolutely loved spending time with them and hearing exactly how his music had helped them through hard times. Music did the same for him so he was glad that he could create something that helped others. All in all he loved being famous for vastly different things that most people probably expected. The thing he hadn't minded before and now absolutely despised was the press. He fully blamed them for the end of his relationship and he'd been putting off promotional activities because he simply didn't want to deal with.... them. The mere thought alone made him shiver in disgust and horror.

So naturally there was an appointment. He dreaded it more because he couldn't put of the part he didn't want to deal with than actually dreading the appointment itself. He sauntered to the kitchen a moment and opened a cabinet to find cereals. Then he grabbed a bottle of baileys (it looked enough like milk) and made himself breakfast in one of the few ways he could manage without his staff around. As he took a bite of cereal he walked over to sit by Charlotta, having cleaned up the papers so she could sit. "Sorry about the mess. Didn't have time to clean up yet. The butler usually covers it but they get a lot of random days off, especially if I drink a lot." He admitted with a careless shrug as he continued his improvised breakfast.

He then sat back and grumbled slightly as she mentioned he could no longer put off the promotion. "Could we just try a thing where I only have signings and don't have to deal with the press for this one? In stead have like a fans only type of promotion? I make the music for them anyway, not those vultures that want to profit of my success by making up ridiculous stories about me." Perhaps his complaints were a little childish but surely Charlotta could understand his unusual reluctance to work with the press this time around. His relationship with those leeches had been suffering ever since he found out how they'd been hurting Sienna just after Christmas. Not that Emrys had helped particularly much on that end. Emrys had just been the final drop or that one spark that set everything alight. Not that Gus could really blame him, he shared his own history with the other musician and cared about him, even though he wasn't fully sure up to which point Emrys really cared about him in return. He supposed as much as he was capable of in the end. "I'll do better on the next album. I already started writing as well to get some new songs out. I just.... I don't want to deal with the despicables this time around." He admitted in full honesty as he took yet another bite of his breakfast. At least the headache was starting to settle down just a tiny bit.

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