A Bar & A Hookup

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Billie's fame is becoming a nightmare, and it's been effecting her mental health. When she gets overwhelmed when finishing up a concert, she runs and finds herself at a local midtown bar.

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Billie

I dropped heavily onto the couch with a sigh of relief.

I just got done singing and hour ago and now I'm back from a meet and greet with my fans.

Honestly their all just so cute. Some cried, some gave me things they made for me, some just screamed. One even passed out after I signed her forehead.

Their so sweet, I love them to death. I am fucking drained though, and I need some food and a hot shower asap.

"Hey Bil, you did great out there!" My manager said, walking into the green room smiling.

"Thanks man, are we going back to the hotel now? Because I am so fucking tired bro." I sighed, flipping my hair.

"Uhm, no. Not quite. That's what I'm here to talk to you about." He said

"What do you mean?" I questioned, frowning in confusion.

"Well I have a last minute show that I want you to do at this place near-"

"Woah woah woah, what?! Dude do you see what time it is? It's like 11:30! Can't I just do it tommorrow?" I asked, getting agitated.

"I'm sorry Billie, but I can't reschedule it. By the time they have another spot open we'll be gone by then, heading into another state. This has to be done tonight." He said, shaking his head.

I couldn't give two fucks about this, I really couldn't.

My body's weak, my back and legs are fucking killing me, my head is starting to hurt, and I'm fucking hungry.

I can barely move my arms or legs for fucks sake.

I physically, and mentally, cannot do this last minute show at a place I wasn't even told about till now.

"I'm sorry Chris, but I can't. I'm just way too tired." I said, shaking my head.

"Billie, I don't think you understand, you have to do this show tonight. You can't just bail on it, it's a big deal." He frowned.

"Are you serious? Is this shit even mandatory?" I questioned angrily.

"Well, no, but it'll help your image alot and-

"Oh, so that's what it's about. My image." I scoffed, chuckling a bit.

You know when people get mad and they start laughing or chuckling to keep themselves from yelling? Yeah, that's what I'm doing right now.

"Chris, please, just let this one slide. I'm sure I can do other stuff for my image later on when I'm not this exhausted." I sighed, rubbing my temple.

Even though my image is perfectly fine.

He sighed.

"Listen Billie, your only going to be their for an hour, it won't be that long."

Did this man not hear what I just said a second ago.

I started to get more angry as he continued to speak and try to convince me to do this damn show. I was tired and my body was hurting, and it was only making me angrier.

"Come on, I've already told your family, their in the bus waiting for you."

No. Fuck this.

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