" the concert wasn't that bad." i spat JJ's eyes lit up when he heard those, it wasn't that serious i mean she's a good looking girl. i sighed and looked at my watch 10:00 pm.
" man this meet n greet is forever." i complained causing JJ to slap my shoulder. who does he think he bout slapping me, i chuckled once i saw him looking around.
classical embarrassment " is someone em-"
" next! " i heard the singer yell. the hell she cut me for? i was about to make JJ feel full of shame. i kissed my teeth and walked up to her.
" how are you?" she spoke with her medium-toned voice. from up close she looks even more better then on stage. damn.
" hello? " she said making me snap out of my analyzation. it felt awkward cause i don't know her songs or her so i can't start conversation not that i want to, but she seems reasonable.
" your performance wasn't bad—" i spoke honestly she raises her eyebrow then looks at me. what did i say something wrong?
" so your an honest one? rare, " she spoke as she went back to her writing, what did she mean by rare? has no one told her different— i mean i didn't mean to offend her but she needed more effects when it came to the hype-upbeat parts.
" listen ion want you thinking i dislike your creativity, but some parts were weak and needed some working on." i spat making her slam the permanent marker on the table.
" nah you listen i didn't ask you for a damn lecture about how i run my concert , if you hate it then say that instead of acting like a cocky-prick you asshole." the bitch snapped, she didn't have to get so upset i was just giving her feedback like any normal ' fan ' would do. even though i ain't one and i'm not gonna be one.
" my bad." i said with my hands up in defence, jhez someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. next time no feedback got it.
" next!" she yelled making the person rush in pushing past me causing me to give them a displeased expression before walking off. a sorry my bad dude wouldn't hurt last time I checked.
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" so how the meet n greet." JJ said sitting on the couch i sigh harshly making him jolt a little.
" it was shitty, and ion wanna talk bout it."
" at least the performance?" he spoke.
" shitty." i reply putting my head down, now what's her problem i swear i fucking hate females they all the same. my brain is starting to hurt with all this stressing.
but she had this look in her eyes like she wasn't happy to meet her fans like it grown on her and she just wants to give up, as tough as her words sound something tells me there is more. but ion wanna think about her she's to fucking sensitive. mind her get magical powers and starts reading minds. it's not impossible.