𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝

C5

Keyamani Anderson
Barcelona, Spain
12:00 pm
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I woke up to Chase still asleep on my stomach. Unable to move I decided it's best to just wake him up. "Chase, get up," I say tapping his shoulders and his sides. After a few seconds more tapping him he groans. "What," his muffled voice responds. "Get up I want to shower," I say lifting his face from my stomach.

He let a sigh out of his nose before lifting off of me. I get up from under him and he collapses back on to the couch. Shortly after a series of knocks ring through the door, I head over to the door sticking my eye through the peephole to see Geneva. I quickly open the door for her and she enters the room.

"Good afternoon," She greets me with her pearly white smile. "Good afternoon," I say heading over to Chase to wake him up. "You can wake up now," I say shaking him. He quickly faces me and mugs me. "Leave me alone," he says quietly putting his face back into the pillow. "Geneva's here," I say as I continue to shake him. He lets out a sigh of defeat before he sits up on the couch.

"Well good to see you too Chase," she laughs as I took a seat next to him. She takes her seat across from the couch in the bright yellow chair. "Good mornin," Chase responds unenthusiastically before laying his head on my shoulder. I don't know where this sudden wave of affection came from but I'm kind of enjoying it. I lay my head on top of his and prepare myself for what Geneva is about to say.

"Today is the first day of Rolling Loud Europe, this event gives both of you the chance to market yourself and network with people. Chase you will be performing at this event, your slot starts at 6:30 and Keyamani I would like you to film a behind the scenes styled documentary. That includes quick interviews and simply documenting your experience," Geneva explains today's events.

Chase lift his head up causing me to do the same. "No way you got me on Rolling Loud line up," he says with sleep still laced in his voice. "I did," Geneva nods her head. "This is crazy," He smiles sitting back into the couch. "Prepare yourself well, I sent you an email containing your set list," Geneva says heading to the door. "Fasho," he responds. He turns to me and smiled the biggest smile I've seen on his face.

"Congratulations Chase," I say giggling. "Thank you thank you thank you," he says turning the Tv to YouTube. "I got to practice my songs," he scrolls on his phone. He begins playing Sayso and looks at me. "I hope you know every word,"

Truth is, I had spent the entirety of the plane ride, besides when I was puking and asleep of course, listening to his whole discography. So I in fact did know every word. "Yeah, baby, I told 'em stop breathing," I rap along with him. He shoots me a surprised look before getting closer rapping along to the song.

"Baby, baby, baby, skrtt," he begins. "Pussy niggas always hating," I scream my favorite part out. We finish performing the song to each other before I retreat into my room to take the shower I been thinking about since I woke up.

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Barcelona, Spain
5:00 pm

We arrive at the arena and instantly swarmed by a huge crowd of people. I latch onto Chase's hand as we walk to the artist area. I let go of Chase's hand to begin filming the event. "This is crazy as fuck," he says looking around at all of the artists. "That's Flomilli, I'm about to fan girl," I say pointing the camera towards her.

"Relax nigga, just go interview her," Chase says elbowing me. "For the first time ever, you're right." I say in a shocked tone. I head over to Flomilli and Monaleo and braced myself.

"Hi excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt but I would love to interview you guys, for my internship," I say shyly sort of rambling on. "Oh really that's so cool. We can do it right now if you want," Flomilli says looking toward Monaleo who nods her head in approval. "That would be great thank you. I'm Keyamani Anderson by the way," I smile feeling slightly unprofessional forgetting to tell them my name. "Nice to meet you," they say in unison.