Here to save Krista from yet another week in fuckboi hell, is Jesus himself, revealed in the form of an exceptionally adorable bunch of Tinder bois.
Caution: Tinder fuckbois are not, in fact, creatures of ancient folklore or urban myth. They occasionally come disguised as semi-professional producers and, strangely enough, decent human beings. It’s only when you hit the bottom of your first cocktail that they nonchalantly ask/tell you, “so, back to my place?”
Despite a broad array of well-executed high quality music, Krista had been meandering in SoundCloud purgatory at some 30 meager followers for months. She knew it was time to take her career to the next level. She had two options: make better music and work earnestly towards developing a genuine, invested fan base, or use her innocent farm girl persona and obscenely edited selfies to reel in unsuspecting men on Tinder, and direct their thirst to her musical projects for personal advancement. Like any forward-thinking entrepreneur, she chose the latter.