F.R.I.E.N.D.S (A Post Malone Story)COMPLETE

Chapter 2

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annemarie can you even see me? 👀 @ellesse

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I had a casual tracksuit on for the majority of the day, an outfit from the Ellesse range I was involved in with designing, but I had to change for the gig. Something that I had to do a lot on tours like these. Changing outfits between interviews or performances so that all pictures looked different. The outfit i changed into for the private performance for my fans was a black glitter mini dress and doc's, something fun but practical.

It was a brilliant chilled, intimate gig with 50 superfans. They all won a competition off either my Instagram or tiktok, lipsycing and dancing to F. R. I. E. N. D. S. It was great to get to know them and have fun. I loved doing performances like this where I actually got to see my fans faces. Actually have conversations with them and meet them all individually. 

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Thanks for being my 50 closest F. R. I. E. N. D. S 😘

no1annemfan i was one of the lucky 50, it was AMAZING
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I had, against my better judgement agreed to go out after the performance with my team. My team consisted of my assistant, my makeup extraordinaire Reggie and Tara my hair stylist. They wanted to go and get extremely drunk and dance in a club. I was up for that i needed to dance to songs that where not my own for a change.Maybe even a cheeky snog...

So that was the plan...

My assistant, also my best friend from when we where in primary school Lottie came running in with a change of clothes. This is the 3rd time today I've changed my clothes. Lottie handed me some PVC trousers a pale lilac crushed velvet body suit and a pair of strappy black heels  After freshening up we where told I had to make an appearance at a party. A producers birthday party. Industry people would be expecting me to show my face. I reluctantly agreed but only a brief visit. I hate industry parties. It's all fake smiles and photos. No-one has any fun at them. You can't get too buzzed because you have to keep up appearances but you can't stay too sober or you will bore yourself to death. I've still not quite got the hang of what's an exceptable amount to drink at these types of events. I was having this discussion with my glam team as we where walking to the bar as I spun around to make a point stepped on someones foot and splashed my drink down their expensive looking shirt. I am an accident waiting to happen.

"Twice in one day, am I just lucky?" That southern drawl purrs. I manage to stammer out a sorry as I try and pat the drink from his shirt with my hands. Feeling his warm body as I pat dangerously close to his groin, I redirect my hands upwards. 

"It's fine darling, nothing the dry cleaners can't fix" he chuckles.
"I'll pay for the bill and if it doesn't come out I'll buy you a new one. Not that you need me to buy you one. Your the POST MALONE. You don't need me to pay for anything for you" I ramble as I cringe at myself. I just want the ground to swallow me up. I just called him THE Post Malone to his face. My face must be beetroot red. Why am I so awkward?

He grabs my hand which is still patting his chest and tilts my chin to look at him with the other hand "It's all good beautiful" The touch from his skin on mine sets my nerves endings on edge, making my body feeling tingly and with that he quickly gets escorted away by his security team. Leaving me thinking of those tattooed hands.  I watch after him with my mouth open, jaw fully on the floor. I had butterfly's flying round my stomach and my heart was beating out of my chest. Me and my glam team look at each other wide eyed... Did POST MALONE just call me beautiful?