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Lowen had been through hell and back to get to where she is now - one of the world's best upcoming music artists. But after releasing a few hit singles she k...
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"Lowen, over here, please!" The pap's shouted from behind their cameras. Although we took the private car park, we can't avoid the entrance. We probably shouldn't either, it's good to be seen, but I find myself staring straight at the white flashes incase one belongs to John Doe.
"You okay?" I lean down to ask Lowen, who's clinging to my bicep with one hand and her mini, probably empty, purse in the other.
"Yeah." She smiled, and the flashes increased ten fold. "You ready?"
"Let's go." We walked straight past the queue, hearing gasps from the line of girls spotting their idol. She smiled at the bouncer and after a few words we were in side the double doors.
Strobe lights filled the room, with plenty of dancing bodies already. A tall man in a dicky bow took my coat and Lowen's purse, not even needing to ask for our names because I noticed his starstruck face as he gaped at her.
"You want a drink?" She asked, sliding her grip on my arm down to my hand.
"I'm not drinking tonight but I could grab you one if you want?"
"I don't drink when I'm preforming."
"Okay." I nodded, "What do we do now then?"
"We'll I'm not on for another hour... wanna dance?" She turned to me with a mischievous grin. Cute.
"For an hour? No thanks." She ignored my denial, dragging me with her to the floor.
She placed her hands on my shoulders to push herself up to my ear. My hands flew to her waist like magnets. "It's all part of the remember? Dance with me, be seen with me, kiss me..." She pulled away with a little bite of her lip.
Fuck it. I pulled her swaying hips closer to mine and she smiled up at me in response to my anticipation.
I don't know how long we danced for. She turned her back to me, rolling her ass against my body. She laced her hands in my hair and ran them down my chest. She slid up and down, bringing her face as low as my dick before swaying her hips to return to her full height.
It's intoxicating really. I'm trying to stay alert, but she's pulling me into this distorted reality that I can't turn away from. I don't like parties. Or these insanely populated scenes. I can't imagine living every day under the spotlight, even though that's what I'm doing now, it still feels so momentary. It is temporary after all.
"Lowen Pierce?" A voice shrieked behind me. "Omg, I love your music!" A blond young girl with a 25th sash and a pink mini dress fangirl-ed beside us.
"Awe, thank you so much!" Lowen smiled, breaking away from me. "Don't tell anyone, but I'm the surprise performer tonight." She winked.
