Our Empire (Bryshere Gray)

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|Azya|

The plane ride was horrible, I cried the whole way to the first stop of London. I met Cookie in the hotel and broke down in her arms. "What happened!?" she asked me worriedly

"B-B-Bry b-broke up w-with me" I say not even caring how I look

"Don't worry, you'll probably meet many new hotties here."

We make our way to the room and I have to start getting ready for my show in a few hours.

|Bry|

I felt heartbroken at the look on her face. It was hard enough to grow a pair and do it for an unknown reason. But a few hours after I get a call from my mom, she's got to be pissed at me.

"H-Hi mom" I try to sound plausible

"Bry you're a fucking idiot. What the fuck is wrong with you!?" she starts getting more and more worked up and says stuff of how perfect we are together and how she would be the perfect wife and how beautiful our kids would be.

"Mom I know it's bad, I didn't want to do it but I don't want to hold her back from all the fun . Everything will be fine" I say quickly while I feel horrible the worst kind of horrible ever

"You screwed up bad Bry. This is something that's hard to forgive." After those words she hangs up and it finally really hits me

|Azya|

The first show was awesome and really pumped up. A whole bunch of energy. I felt so energised, I decided I'm going clubbing after. No Bry in my mind just partying real hard.

I went to the hotel and changed for the night at a club ahead. I put on black 5 inch heels with a red and black mini dress. Simply but perfect.
Red lipstick and black mascara finished it off and I left to an elite club.

Dancing, sweating, drinking, and fun. An hour in and I was no where near tired. One guy about my age, caught my eye. His eyes were beautiful and he looked like a nice guy. I walked up to him almost getting knocked out by the smell of alcohol.

"hi" I say suddenly feeling nervous

"sup, what's your name?"

"Azya. That's all I go by"

"Pretty name, I'm Wellington Boyce"

"I've heard of you and seen your vines they're pretty funny"

"your songs are good, I'm a fan of yours. Where's your boyfriend?"

"ex to be exact he dumped me earlier"

"damn, you wanna dance?"

"sure"

We walk out to the dance floor and do a couple of dances until we get tired. We sit down at a table and talk some more. 3am we both leave and he escorts me to my hotel room where he's conveniently on the same floor. I smile as I walk in and try to rest but I stay awake thinking of his eyes which everybody says are exactly like mine.

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