√ [discontinued] baggage | corpse husband

02; scandal

I flipped through my Instagram mindlessly. You'd think a famous artist would love social media, but that was a bit off mark.

I was human, and every human needed privacy, especially if more then one hundred million people may or may not thirst over them.

I've seen the tweets.

Astrid Lavanaugh, my stage name, was just a persona to hide behind. Charlie Esquire, (fully Charlotte Elena Kaiton Esquire) was my real name, which I was yet to reveal to the public. Or almost anyone I knew, for that matter. My managers were some of the best in the field, so I was able to contain my identity to myself.

I was currently lying in a hotel room, fanning my beet red face, dark brown hair dyed white at the ends tied in a braid, sporting a tank top and shorts.

I've been a bit depressed, as was showed in the single I had just released a week ago, You Broke Me First, about my ex-boyfriend Callan McAuliffe. My fans snapped that up quickly, seeming to look through my ruse, yet I didn't want to have to compose a "fake" song about happiness.

Now. Song about ex? Cliché? Totally. But I had needed a way to push the impending sad, incomplete, feeling from me, and what's better then to have your boyfriend cheat on you?

It was really hot in the city of Paris, France, where I had just finished my online tour, thanks to corona.

You can only have so much of Instagram, and I found that out pretty quickly, setting it down with a sigh.

A habit of mine, when I was bored, was to somersault.

So that was exactly what I did.

Giggling softly to my 23 year self, I proceeded to roll over my bed. This was the most fun I had had since... I didn't even know.

Well, since I had lived with some of my closest friends, known to the world as Offline TV, but to me, I knew them only as Thomas, Imane, William, Jeremy, Lily, and Micheal. We didn't speak of Albert.

It had been a while since I had seen my friends, and being the resident youngest there, was a bit homesick for Offline TV. Now, you may ask, how does one global superstar have roots in Offline TV? It was a good question.

Ever since I was outed as pansexual to pretty much all of the small town that I lived in Canada, my traditional father and abusive mother kicked me out.

Pansexual isn't even that bad in the phobic world we live in; I'm just glad a homosexual or transgender person didn't live in my household. They would've been killed.

Let me tell you, being outed is no fun. To the farthest extent, traumatic.

This was at age 16, 9 years ago. Way before Offline TV was even a thing, or my friends were streamers. I was already close friends with Thomas, aka Sykkuno, thus leading him to ask me to live with him.

Thomas is like my older brother, 5 year older brother. Honestly, my life was so weird that I just went with it. I don't know half of the things that happen.

I stopped somersaulting (finally), and stood up dizzily. It was time to waste more time by napping unnecessarily.

I flopped on the bed tiredly, grabbing the covers and throwing them on the ground lazily, phone going with it before I heard my phone began to shake violently from all of the notifications, muffled by the thick covers. This generally happened when I posted a picture-

Then I remembered. I hadn't. Not today, at least. And the last single was a week ago, when I had to turn off all of my electronics, and watch the news for feedback, due to the enormous notifying happing.

My managing always asked me to makes sure whatever went on the internet was supposed to be there, so-

I dove off my bed, and grabbed my phone, stabbing the screen with my password.

And I could not believe my eyes at what I saw.

TESSA SPEAKS!

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