Chapter 3
It’s decided that they’re going to release “rings” first, which will be the first song on the album.
It’s about the stories we tell ourselves about our lives; about waiting for either a breakup or a proposal to tell you if your love story was a good one.
As a courtesy, Eve sends it to Fletcher before she posts the first snippet on Instagram.
Eve: It’s not meant to be about you, but it’s about how I felt when I was with you, so of course some details leak over. Let me know if you want to talk about it more. I hope you’re well
Fletcher: I just listened. I actually do feel like this is quite personal.
Eve: I appreciate that, but it’s music, and it’s my subjective experience, and this is my career.
Fletcher: For someone who loathes being vulnerable as much as you, I’m surprised you’re willing to force someone else to be so vulnerable in a public forum
Eve: Are you asking me to not release the song?
Fletcher doesn’t respond again. Eve releases the song.
And her fans. Love it.
People are using it in Instagram Reels that have nothing to do with the vibe of the song—it really takes off in the fashion sphere—and then more people are streaming it, and then they’re announcing the full album will be out in two months’ time.
Out of nowhere, fan accounts spring up calling themselves Evils, Evenings, Eevees—which has always been Julian’s nickname and no one else’s.
Eve feels like she is on a roller coaster click, click, clicking up—that the trajectory of her career is suddenly, without warning, pointing directly at the sky.
VULNERABILITY: What the hell is she going to write about for her next album?