I am preparing to hold my first concert in three years and I am pretty excited to get back out there. That's not to say that I am ready to perform every single night but I wouldn't mind performing here and there.
Seeing as I wasn't able to get a band together prior to tonight, my label have allowed me to pick musicians of my choosing. Naturally, I reached out to Brennon and Jason for the show as they are some of the best musicians that I know.
Mimi pulls me over to the wall length mirror that I have in my dressing room. I wrap an arm around her waist as she pulls up her phone to start taking pictures of us.
After the tenth picture, I step away as my stylist makes her way into the room with a rack filled with different patterned shirts.
I ask as my stylist makes her way into the room with a rack filled with shirts.
"You're going to kill it, baby." Mimi whispers in my ear as she lightly kisses my cheek.
"Where are you are going to be?" I ask as the stylist organizes the shirts so I have a better view of them, "Front row or backstage?"
"Front row, baby." Mimi slaps my bums, making me laugh as I make my way over to the rack.
"These are all from the runway." My stylist tells me as she starts showing me the different pieces. I love me a good shirt so I'm in heaven right now and knowing that these pieces are not available yet is even better.
Jason and Stassie are the next people to enter my dressing room and I instruct Jason to shut the door behind him. Even though I haven't said anything about people coming in and out of my dressing room without permission, it's starting to piss me off.
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"Where's Brennon." I ask Jason after I greeted him and his girlfriend.
The stylist hands me two animal print shirts and I make my way over to mirror to see how they look against my skin.
"Tuning the guitars." Jason responds as he leans against the wall as the girls speak to eachother. "I'd go for the black and white one."
"Cheers." I hand him the other shirt before showing the chosen one to my stylist who nods her head before leaving the room. She soon returns with different pant choices and I send the girls out while I pick bottoms to go with the shirt.
I don't like being stressed out when choosing outfits and I certainly don't live having my friends girlfriends looking at me in my boxers. If their girlfriends saw the size of my bulge, my friends would be single and I don't want to do them like that.
"Fuck sakes." Jason curses as he turns his head to the other direction. "Pop your dick back in."
"That's what she said." I laugh as I look down to see the snake peeking out, I quickly adjust myself before my stylist hands me the first pair of trousers.
It takes us over twenty minutes to get the whole outfit together before we head to the main room where everyone is standing around. Once the team see me, they start getting me ready for the show.
