"Oh my god, man."
Playboi Carti flopped onto the plane's couch, stretching out and getting comfortable. The final show of his US tour had just ended, and he was exhausted.
"Here you go, man," A$AP Rocky said, handing him a cup of something. He didn't know what it was, but he downed it anyway. Carti just trusted him enough to know it was probably fine. His throat stung, but it wasn't bad.
"Thanks," he said, finishing the last of the drink off. Rocky nodded and plopped down in another seat. He pulled out his phone and started scrolling.
"Ay, look at this," he said, shoving the phone in Carti's face.
Carti pulled his face back a little bit and began reading the text Rocky just got.
Manager: hey man there's gonna be a huge fucking party tomorrow night. there's gonna be a shit ton of musicians there that are getting really popular rn. would look great for you and publicity. it's down in sweden so if u can't make it i get it man. aight bro see u there 🙏🙏
"You think you're up for it?" asked A$AP Rocky.
Carti sighed. He was really tired, but he understood this could be beneficial for his image to meet some new popular artists. He turned to Rocky and nodded.
"Let's go," he affirmed.
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Randomau (alternate universe) where playboi carti just finishes his american tour with a$ap rocky and meets up and coming artist, bladee. song in title: "airplanes" by b.o.b and hayley williams THIS IS SATIRE PLEASE DONT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY
