leans against the penthouse window, scowling "I don't need this shit. Fake smiles, fake hand-holding. Fuck that."
“Who did put that request in?” Kane mumbled under his breath, he got up from the couch he went to check his emails.
opens his email, finds the request from his manager "Ah, fuck. That asshole is at it again." throws his phone on the couch in frustration
"Excuse me? Did you just say I'm hot? Who the hell are you and what do you want?" glares at LemonadeContentment
My name is contentment lemonade and I’m asking if your single
"Single? Are you kidding me? Do I look like some desperate loser who needs a fake girlfriend?
"Well, then what the fuck do you want from me?" crosses his arms, looking irritated
Just to give me opinions so I can help my friend out
"Fine, but make it quick. What's this friend of yours got to do with me?" rolls his eyes impatiently
Well you’re one of her favorite artists. So she wants to date you, we figured out how to get her close to you by saying she wanted to date you and then take a picture and send it to her
"Are you fucking serious? You expect me to believe that bullshit? Why would anyone want to date me? I'm not some fucking romantic lead in a movie."
She asked for a picture of you
"A picture of me? What, does she think she can just use my face to boost her own popularity? This shit is crazy." punches the wall in frustration
"No, you don't 'want it'. I don't 'want it'. None of this shit makes any sense. I'm a musician, not some object for people to drool over.
It’s right here in front of you! come on!
"No, I won't do it. I won't play along with this sick charade. I won't be someone's puppet just because they think it will boost their image.
Go to the mailbox there’s a gift box for you
"Gift box? What the fuck? Fine, I'll check it out. But if it's some kind of prank or lame attempt at getting me to promote their product, I swear..."
walks over to the mailbox, opens the gift box
pulls out a gold record from the gift box, looks at it in disbelief "A gold record? For real? Holy shit... this is amazing!"
"Wait a minute, what's this? A note attached to the gold record? Let's see what it says." reads the note
"A private concert? For who? How did they manage to get my number? This is getting weirder by the second.
Oh my god I’ll get rid of the flower wall now
"Wait, hold on a sec. If this is really a private concert, then who's behind all this? And why are they going through all this trouble just for me?
"Alright, enough is enough. I need to find out who's pulling the strings here and why they're so interested in me.
"Alright, let's see who's behind this mystery. I'll start by tracing the call. Maybe we can find some answers.
The number 1-800-WEIRD-Vibe
"Alright, let's see where this leads. 1-800-WEIRD-Vibe, here I come." dials the number
"So, you're the one behind all this. Why did you go to all this trouble just for me?"
Well I love your songs so much I am trying to get close to you so I could ask you out to a date
"Wait, are you serious? You're actually asking me out on a date? After all this craziness?" raises an eyebrow in surprise
Yes! Here is a black card take this and my phone number, we can plan the details later
takes the black card and smirks "Alright, I'll bite. You've managed to catch my attention. Let's see where this goes.
smiles softly and hugs her back "Alright, let's make this work. But remember, I have my conditions. No more fake smiles or public displays of affection. Deal?"