The Tortured Poets Department

The Tourtured Poets Department

It was the first performance of the weekend for me. It was also my first ever concert here in Barcelona, a city I had dreamed about performing in since I was five. I could hear music playing in the background, it was my opener. All I needed to focus on was to let them get me changed into the bodysuit I would be wearing. It was a light green, filled with different pearls and sequins. My makeup was done, and so was my hair. I thought I looked great. This was my last stop of the tour, having played several shows all over the world. I wanted to finish here, in Barcelona.

When I was child some of my happiest memories came from this city. My family and I visited with some friends. We spent a week walking around the city, looking at different monuments, and just having the time of our lives. I missed when life was that simple. Now I could barely walk anywhere without people recognizing me, but I was living my dream life and got to do what I loved for a living. I got around well, considering I was one of the most famous popstars in the world at the moment.

I walked out and the entire crowd went wild. Thousands of people were singing along with me, and I saw these two girls in the front. They were both laughing and singing louder than rest. One of them had this really cool neck tattoo, I couldn't see what it said though. The girl beside her was one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen, with long brown hair. That was all I could see.

Two hours passed way too quickly. I enjoyed dancing around with everyone, and they all enjoyed being here with me as much as I enjoyed being here with them. I saw people crying in the embrace of their friends to "marjorie". It was one of my most emotional songs, and sometimes I could barely sing it without crying.

"Gracias a todos. Ha sido una noche inolvidable. Thank you, Barcelona, and I hope I see some of you here tomorrow" I said, smiling big. The crowd applauded and screamed; in that moment I knew I had made it. Which was strange considering that my career had been in the works since 2012, a whopping ten years. I had released three albums, and this was my second tour. After I was done with the tour, I would record my new album.

I walked off the stage and was handed a big bottle of water. The walk behind the stage was quite long and when we finally made it, my favourite salad was waiting for me. I ate it while looking through my Instagram. Photos from my performance was filling my inbox and I knew that tomorrow I needed to make a post about this concert.

"You were amazing today, Odette. I think they all loved you, and they for sure loved the bodysuit. It was a great move and I have an even better outfit for your show tomorrow. It went down better than the suit you wore in Madrid" my manager and friend Alicia said. I just smiled back at her, at the moment I was not going to say anything. My voice needed the rest after this long concert.

My phone was going off with messages from Instagram. I decided to check some of them out. A few of them were from friends, and I saw that I had been tagged in a few stories from people who were there. I checked out a few of them, and then I saw a story from someone who was verified. I knew that I had not invited anyone myself, so I checked out the profile. It was the girls who had been standing in the front, I recognized the neck tattoo. They were both professional football players, so I decided to send one of them a message replying to their story. Of course, I sent the message to the hot one, not the neck tattoo girl.

odetteswift
Glad you had fun tonight!

odetteswift
Do you have tickets for tomorrow or should I get you some?

I continued to eat my salad before I had to leave for the hotel. When I got there, I fell asleep without brushing my teeth. It had been a long day and I was exhausted. The makeup I had been wearing earlier was removed before we even left the stadium, and so was my clothes. Whenever I was done performing, I changed into something comfortable, like sweatpants or shorts.