I slung my camera bag over my shoulder as I continued down the bustling streets of Los Angeles; the city I had learned to call home. As much as it pained me to be away from my family back in Dallas, I tried my hardest to convince myself the move was for the best. It had only been six months, but it felt like the longest six months of my life.
I gazed up at the billboard towering over the city, the face of the man I used to call family plastered across for everyone to see. I chuckled to myself and rolled my eyes, still holding a grudge against him.
Having Post Malone, or Austin Post as I knew him for so long, as a high school best friend wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Sure, it's a good party trick, but one I try not to share too often.
"Hey, you know that 'Congratulations' song you hear every ten minutes on the radio? He was my best friend in high school."
But that statement is inevitably followed up by several other. questions that only brought back those feelings of resentment towards him.
"Do you still talk?" I haven't heard from him since he left Dallas three years ago.
"What was he like?" Incredible.
"Can you get me backstage passes?" Refer to question number one, please.
I let out a quiet sigh as the memories of him and I flooded back. The family dinners, the endless nights at the park down the street, sitting on his roof staring at the stars and contemplating life's meaning. The good memories were soon shattered by the reality of where we were now. I shouldn't be so affected by him, it's been years, but with his voice and face following me everywhere I went, it was hard for me to keep him out of my mind.
I pulled open the door to the small studio I shared with my mentor and muttered a quiet greeting to our receptionist, Logan. He nodded in my direction and quickly went back to typing away at the computer as I made my way to the back. I opened the door to the small office at the rear of the building and set my bag down on the table while I waited. I took a seat and spun aimlessly, my mind filling with my to-do list for the day.
°Scout locations.
°Pass out business cards.
°Post something new on Instagram in the hopes of gaining a following.
°Pick up dry cleaning.
°Check on the new lenses that should have arrived yesterday.
My thoughts were interrupted by the door to the office swinging open, hitting thewall behind it to reveal Adam, grinning wildly at me. I narrowed my eyes at him, "Degross, what's with the face?" I questioned, pointing an accusing finger at him.
His grin never faltered as he took a seat next to me, "You'll never believe who I booked for us."
"Oprah," I blurted out.
His face fell slightly as he let out an exasperated sigh, "I don't know why I hired you to be my apprentice sometimes," he said sarcastically, shaking his head.
I chuckled and rested my chin in the palm of my hand, "Okay, who?"
He rubbed his hands together in excitement and leaned forward, eager to share his good news. "Post Malone."
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