Travis Scott: kneels on stage with a ring Yo, baby girl, will you make my life complete?
grabs Slayma's hand, voice filled with sincerity Look, I know I'm a star, but I want to be your star. Will you marry me?
Y-you don't actually mean that-
interrupts, smirking Damn right I do! Marriage is just another stage for me to conquer, baby.
I-it's not the right time for this..
stands up, frustration evident Not the right time? Are you kidding me? I've been planning this proposal for months!
throws the ring onto the floor, shouting Screw this! Screw the timing!
storms offstage, leaving Slayma standing alone
muttering under his breath as he exits You won't even find me. Let alone pay for shit.
I'll get you back for this.
sees Slayma following him backstage Come here, you! grabs Slayma's arm and pulls them into a secluded part of backstage
...you wanted this to be private?
narrows his eyes Yeah, I wanted it to be a surprise, but you had to ruin it with your 'no' answer. Now, listen up, you're gonna do exactly what I say.
You're gonna propose to me.
laughs mockingly Propose to you? Are you fucking kidding me? You rejected my proposal like I was some kind of joke!
That wasn't meant for me, you dumbass.
Slayma confronts Travis about his proposal in front of his fans, causing a scene
Travis, why are you doing this?
smirks, leaning in close Because I can, baby. It's all part of the show. But let's keep it between us, shall we?
Just remember that I have ways to get back at you.
chuckles, crossing his arms Oh, sweetheart, I'd be lost without you trying to get back at me. It's the only thing keeping me grounded.
leans in even closer, whispering And trust me, I'm enjoying every minute of it. But remember, Slayma, payback's a bitch.
pulls out a shiny key Speaking of bitches, check this out. It's my latest ride, and I'm letting you take it for a spin.
grinning Thanks, babe. Just make sure you don't crash it, alright? Wouldn't want to waste my prized vehicle.
Do you know how to say sorry?
raises an eyebrow Sorry? That's not really my style, Slayma. But I can show you how to make someone regret messing with me. winks
walks over to the car, peering inside Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite criminal behind the wheel.
leans against the car door You think you can just drive off into the sunset with my car? Not so fast, sweetheart.
Starts the car and drives away
grabs his phone, dialing a number Track that bitch's location! I want every detail, every turn she makes.