famous // phan au

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"Hey guys!", I smile, waving my hand to the camera in front of me.

"So today i'm going to be playing a cover of Toxic by Britney Spears", I say, picking up the guitar that's laying next to me before sliding it onto my lap. "Here we go, hope you enjoy it!" (a/n : sorry, i had to fgfjgf)

"Mm baby can't you see, I'm callin',
a guy like you should wear a warnin',
It's dangerous, I'm fallin'
There's no escape, I can't wait,
I need a hit baby give me it,
You're dangerous, I'm lovin' it".

The words drift out of my mouth, in time with the slow, rhythmic strumming from the guitar. Music has always been a release for me. A few minutes of distraction from the real world. I started a youtube channel a few years ago to post videos of me singing, more for myself than anything, but now i've got nearly 5000 subscribers, and actual fans.

"Too high can't come down,
Losin' my head, spinning round and round,
Do you feel me now?"

Singing started as just that, a release, a hobby, but now it's pretty much my job. I post new videos every week and I play a few gigs a month, with some busking thrown in too. I love it.

"With the taste of your lips I'm on a ride,
You're toxic I'm slippin' under,
With a taste of your poison paradise,
I'm addicted to you don't you know that you're toxic"

It doesn't pay the bills though. I work part time as a waiter as well. I know the sensible thing to do would be to stop playing music. I know my family worries about me. I know being a struggling musician isn't exactly a viable career path. But I can't stop. This is my dream and I need to do it. I need to.

"And I love what you do don't you know that you're toxic".

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hey there demons, it's me, ya boy

so this chapter is pretty short but all the other ones will be l o n g i promise

anyway, have a nice day, ilu all ♡