"Tell me something I don't know
I'll tell you something I do know
Like money, drugs, bitches, guns
Niggas call me "Mucho"
Got witches all in my broom closet
Got little killers in JuCo
We'll find out your business hours
And pop up like new toast
Like, danger taste like glucose..."
I heard lil Wayne sing, and 40.000 people sang along. Berlin was a nice city and there was alot of lights. We just arrived, and I was hungry again. I just sat awkward behind the stage and saw people run around.
"His guitar" I woman yelled, "It's clean" someone took it and ran into another room. I could not find Austin, so I scrolled on twitter. nothing interesting. then I searched for "Post Malone world tour" and I read:
Berlin, Germany
Stockholm, Sweden
Denmark, Copenhagen
Budapest, Hungary
Paris, France
London, UK
Santiago, Chile
Bogota, Colombia
Sao Paulo, Brazil
Miami, FL, US
Vienna, Australia
Oslo, Norway
Zurich, Switzerland
Prague, Czech Republic
Brussels, Belgium
Brighton, UK
Manchester, UK
"Holy shit" I whispered. I read the hole list several times. there was a lot of countries that I didn't even know existed. I heard Lil Wayne finish his last song, and the audience yelled and whistled. I saw Austin walk and he looked at me.
"Are you nervous?" I asked as I approached him. A lady was fixing his shoes and a guy gave him a microphone.
"of cause" He smiled.
"Don't be. They love you" I heard the audience yell Austins name. "now get out there" I said. He hugged me. As he entered the stage the audience went crazy. I saw Austin on a little TV screen. his guitar was already on stage, and he sat down. blue lights appeared, and the audience went silent.
"I just came down from the high of my life. I just, I just came down from the high of my life. See us popping champagne, we could do it all night. And if everything gone bad we gon' make it alright" he sang slowly while playing guitar. instrumental.
"How you expecting awards when you ain't put in work. And I just got off the phone, yeah with my realtor. And I've been eating so good that bitch my belly broke. And I might cop that Mulsanne cause bitch that Bentley talk. Put that sauce on that bitch real' quick. Put that ice on that wrist real' slick. Girl I know you know my wallet's real' thick. And I'm wondering what you're drinking" his voice was so comfortable. I moved my body slowly to the music. the audience all hold up their phones with flash lights on. he was alone on the big scene.
"I just came down from the high of my life. I just, I just came down from the high of my life. See us popping champagne, we could do it all night. And if everything gone bad we gon' make it alright" I was so hungry. I asked a lady if there was food anywhere.
"there is a box of sandwiches over there" she said and pointed to a big box. After eating six sandwiches I heard the audience yell on someone. I concentrated so I could hear what they said.
"(Y/n)!!!! (Y/n)!!!!! (Y/n)!!!!! ...-" they were yelling MY NAME???!!
"Are you (Y/n)?" a lady asked.
"no" I lied. I really didn't want to go out on that scene.
"Can we get (Y/n) on stage?" Austin said on the microphone so everyone everywhere could hear it. My face turned so red. Cameras everywhere.
"(Y/n)!!!! (Y/n)!!!! (Y/n)!!!! (Y/n)!!!! (Y/n)!!!! (Y/n)!!!!....-" I could not let them hang. I knew Austin waited. aaaaaghhh??!!!! I made hand language that said "no" to Austin.
"There she is" Austin said. I gave him a "I fucking hate you, cunt" glare and walked in on the stage. The audience yelled my name. I really didn't want to be here. Austin took his hand on my shoulder and said:
"so... This is awkward (Y/n)" my face turned so red. "say hi" he said. fuck I hated this.
"hi"
he laughed and I could not stop smiling a little. A song began to play. NOO NOT WHITE IVERSON, I thought. this was so fucking weird. I just stood there in front of 40.000 people, in jeans and sweater. my hair was messy, and my face was red.
"Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you. I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' oh ooh. I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you. Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah. That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot, yeah. Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay" I took my hands in front of my head. This was so embarrassing.
"White Iverson. When I started ballin' I was young. You gon' think about me when I'm gone. I need that money like the ring I never won, I won" he walked around on the scene and looked at me, like he was singing to me. I began to smile a little and swung my body side to side slowly. I slowly took my hands down and drummed the rhythm on my stomach. I felt so cringe and I just wanted to die instantly.
"Cigarettes and a headband. Commas, commas in my head, man. Slumped over like a dead man. Red and black, 'bout my bread, man. I'm the answer, never question. Lace up, learn a lesson. Bitch I'm saucin', I do this often, don't do no talkin'. My options right when I walk in, jump all them Jordans" did he just call me a bitch, I thought. I tried only to fucus on Austins eyes, but it was hard when 40.000 people was screamin my name.
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Austin | Post Malone X Reader
Fanfiction(Y/n) (L/n) has a lot of famous contacts. The media drives her into a storm of eyes, that keeps looking at her - especially when she hugs the famous Post Malone or kisses the well-known Joji, also when she is running around in town with tears in her...
