rockstar // post malone

chapter three: the lottery

(Austin's POV)

My muscles relaxed as the jet finally touched down in New York. I always hated flying due to my fear of crashing. I personally thought that it would be the worst way to go.

The crowd that welcomed me as we exited the airport was quite consuming. Multiple cameras flashed in my face, stunning my eyesight while phones waved in the air trying to get a photo of or with me. Shayaa got the same treatment, getting questions thrown at him about who he would be collaborating with in his next album.

Our body guards quickly ushered us into a waiting limo, the door slamming shut right as my feet entered the vehicle.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I mumbled more to myself as I tried to restore my clouded vision. I rubbed at my aching eyes as I tried to adjust to the darkness of the vehicle. My palms pressed down into the leather as I regained my breath. 

I took the opportunity to look out the window at the awe-worthy skyscrapers and bustling masses of people walking along the pavement. The usual honking and cursing could be heard through the bumper-to-bumper traffic as we sat in the never ending line of cars heading towards the Upper East Side where we would be staying.

As the limo finally approaches the entrance of one of the city's finest hotels, I prepare myself again for another onslaught of fans and press that were awaiting our arrival. I am yet again ushered out of the limo and towards the lobby, questions and cries thrown at me from every direction as I keep my head down. 

The chilling A/C of the lobby meets my clammy skin as we reach the front desk, my manager collecting room keys for all of us. Thankfully I would have my own suite, meaning I could have my... friend over as soon as I had time alone. 

An alarm from my phone alerts me to a text I had just received. I pull out my phone to see a long awaited message from none other than Samantha Willis, a 21-year-old bikini model who had sought me out in a nightclub only under a year ago that I hadn't seen since. Our short time together whilst I was in the city were nights I still thought of, only increasing my excitement for her arrival that was scheduled for no earlier than 11 PM tonight. 

Samantha W: can't wait to see you babe, it's been too long. (;

Austin: me either. see you at 11 - i pray to god that your punctuality is as perfect as i remember. 

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(Caroline's POV)

"What would you say if I told you that Post Malone is in town and from my connections I know exactly where he'll be tomorrow night?" I hear Haley say from behind me as I cook us dinner. 

"Who?" I answer as I stir the chicken around in the pan. 

I receive a dramatic gasp in reply to my innocent question, and as I turn I catch her hand shoot to her chest where she clutches it in utter shock. 

"You mean to tell me you don't know who Post Malone is?!" She nearly shrieks. 

"I haven't had time to keep up with the world!" I back myself up, raising the spoon in my hand in exaggeration. It was true - I was an old soul in my mind. I listened to Kelly Clarkson and Britney Spears, people who would always hold a place in my heart. I never paid any attention to the new names popping up all over the charts. The name Post Malone was just one in hundreds of those people who had me at a loss for who they were and what they did. 

"Ok missy, you seriously need to get your head in the game. He's hanging out at that club, The Lottery, tomorrow night with a bunch of other celebrities. I know a guy who could get us access inside with no problem." Haley explains to me as if I had any interest in the subject.