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Camilla

"Was good San Diego?" Xan screams, I standing back by the DJ. Snapping pictures and filming constantly moving. That's how my nights going. He's having a good time on stage. I smile as I work some magic behind the camera. A few girls in the front desperately try to get to Xan. The security is doing a good job of keeping them back.

"Alright so we got a bad ass working the camera over there," he motions to me, "I need each and every one of you to get hyped with this new song. This is Wake Up."

All the fans go crazy. Steven and Arnold and some others are on the stage spraying silly string out into the crown. Xan dives off the stage. The fans rush to be near him, to get a chance at touching him. Steven and Arnold dive off too. The rest of the fans rush to prevent them from hitting the ground. Eventually all of them make their way back to the stage. The song finishes and I decide to take a break from recording and sit down back stage.

Diego

I'm backstage changing my shirt since a fan ripped most of it off. I see Camilla sitting in a chair off the side of the stage. She pulls out her small vape thing and hits it. She looks so pretty. I swig off my water bottle and run back out on stage. A few fans are desperately trying to get to me. I step back a bit and begin talking to the crowd.

"How y'all enjoying the show?"

A chorus of screams and 'I love yous!' erupt. I smile.

"Y'all came here just to see my ugly ass?"

More screams and 'I love yous!'.

"Thanks for coming out you guys. This shit means a lot. Thanks to the dick head who stole my camera, thanks for making me realize photography wasn't my thing."

More and more screams.

"I also want to thank the gorgeous Camilla Wolfe for stepping in and doing her thing today."

She stands up and walks on stage camera in hand. I smile at her and she snaps a picture. She calls Arnold over.

Camilla

"Take a picture of us," I yell turning us so our backs are to the crowd.

Arnold snaps a few pictures. On the last one Xan turns and kisses my cheek. I pull my head away and blush.

"Meet me backstage after the show. We boutta do some lit shit after this."

I nod and he goes back to working the crowd. I kneel on the side of the stage snapping some side shots. He gets ready to perform 'Betrayed' and has his eyes on me the whole time. The music starts. He smiles at me and starts.

'Huh, aye
(You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat)
What? Yeah, aye, aye
Pop the trunk I open up I sold my soul for a good price
Outta' sight, and my hoe got talent right
Whole squad ran through that shit yikes
Ay, I'm a business man, I did my business, damn
But I'ma bend it down and I'ma lick her up, then dick her down
She gon' turn around then I'm gon' kick her out
She gon' talk that shit but say
How you make it up? How you fake a love?
Holy son, I was the chosen one
I'm sippin' out the glass, she gon' kiss and tell
She keep my wishes well, I don't need her, well
How my enemy a friend of me?
Why y'all feed off my energy? Like I ain't dead yet
Higher entity, foreign bitch that think she into me
Whip the foreign very viciously
Why these dudes wanna take pics with me?
She said she gay but still into me, said she gay still into me
Said that she hates that I'm in the streets
And said that I hate that I'm in the streets
I wanna blow up or make history
And she said that she hate my Insta feed
Xans don't make you
Xans gon' take you
Xans gon' fake you
Xans gon' betray you
Xans don't make you
Xans gon' take you
Xans gon' fake you
Xans gon' betray you
And her pussy tastes like Skittles, what?
Yeah, ayy, and you can really taste the rainbow, what? (hah, no)
Yo' bitch just like a Crayola (what, ayy)
You can draw her on the table, flip her like some yola
Heart shaped kisses, I really miss my mistress
666, evil bitches want my mentions
Heart shaped kisses, I really miss my mistress
And it's 666, evil bitches want my mentions
Xans don't make you
Xans gon' take you
Xans gon' fake you
Xans gon' betray you
Xans don't make you
Xans gon' take you
Xans gon' fake you
Xans gon' betray you
Xans gon' fake you
Xans gon' betray you
Xans gon' take you
Xans gon' betray you
Xans gon' take you
Xans gon' take you
What, ayy, what, ayy
Xans gon', xans gon' take you
Yeah, Xans gon'
Xans' gon' take you
Xans' gon' take you.'

The song ends. The crowd is losing their shit. He does a mock bow. He motions for Steven to come forward. Steven takes the mic from him.

"This shit right here is Inxanity."

The crowd is hyped. They're jumping, drinks are flying, girls' shirts and bras are on the stage. We finish the show about twenty minutes after all of that. It gets pretty wild then simmers down after Xan went back out.

"Thank you guys so fucking much. I love all of y'all from the bottom of my fucking heart. Xanarchy gang for life. Y'all all are my heartbreak soldiers. Thanks for fucking with me and the rest of the Xanarchy gang. You guys have brought me so far. I would not be here with out all of your guys' support. I love y'all and thanks so fucking much for coming out to see my ugly ass. Thanks Camilla for photographing and recording us. Tonight was amazing."

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