You can sing, you can dance, and you can rap. All in all you're a performer.
Except you aren't. Even though you want to be.
You want nothing more than to make music, sell out shows, and perform for people.
But the doors haven't opened for you...
A/n: Ayo next chapter is the wedding y'all! So, as soon as this chapter gets 30 comments Ima post the wedding chapter! That means it could come in a few hours or you know, the usual couple weeks that I wait to post. It's up to y'all at this point! Either way enjoy this one👇🏽
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Y/n's POV:
Instead of waking up in peaceful bliss like I usually would with my fiancé in my arms and our dogs making noise downstairs, I wake up with a pounding headache. I frown, a low groan leaving my lips as I roll over and and press my hand to my side where I feel a dull throbbing pain.
"What. The fuck?" Running my hand over my face, I wipe my eyes and look at my side again, making sure I'm not seeing shit.
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Seeing the tattoo alone brings all the memories of last night to mind. Which helps me quickly remember it was the last two nights.
"Heads up." My eyes snap over to the bedroom door. Anthony throws a water bottle through the air and my hangover slows my reaction time so instead of catching it, the bottle bounces off my forehead and then my hand is in the air.
I frown and shake my head, like I'm shaking the thought of being hit away. Then Anthony tosses the bottle that was on the floor onto the bed this time.
After opening the bottle and taking a sip, I push myself up to a sitting position." Remind me to not let you throw another bachelor party." I say, looking at him again. A laugh falls from his lips and he shakes his head.
"I won't, not for you at least. You're gettin married tomorrow my friend." With a nod, he taps the door in turning." Should probably get up and get clean. Your rehearsal dinner is tomorrow and your fiancé has been calling you nonstop."
Once again frowning I ask," where's my phone?" Faintly I hear him shout back," in the blender!" Groaning, I fall back on the bed, closing my eyes and recalling what happened.
Two days ago, I woke up in my bed with Ariana. We spent majority of the day together, just us, since we knew our bachelorette parties were starting that night. After lunch our friends came to pick us up, we promised to see each other at the rehearsal dinner and sealed it with a kiss. And that was the beginning of all hell.
Piling into the car with all my boys, we were taken to the airport. I was put on a private jet, champagne instantly poured and put into my hand, and we drank on the way to what I later found out was Vegas.
I was prepared for a pretty basic party in Vegas and that's how it started. The guys took me to the strip, we bought some shit then we went into Caesar's Palace, got some chips and did some gambling. I won some, I lost some, simple as that. From the casino we went up to the hotel, they told me to change into something more classy and I did.
From there we went to dinner, a nice ass restaurant that G had told Anthony about. And from there we went to a strip club. I looked but didn't touch cause I didn't want to cause any shit. Last thing I need is for somebody to take a picture of my hands on some stripper and it get to my fiancé, no more wedding.
