Everything I Don't Deserve/Post Malone
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  • Reads 4,714
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  • Parts 40
  • Time 15h 22m
Ongoing, First published Mar 21, 2024
Mature
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This was my dream job since high school and by all accounts it was a dream. Traveling the world, designing and making clothing, curating vintage looks and dressing a celebrity for the red carpet. 5 years ago an email seeking out vintage tee shirts that I almost over looked, wound up opening a door that fulfilled those dreams. Being given the opportunity to work with, and now replace a legendary stylist like Cathy wasn't something I would have ever thought would be on my radar... especially for someone like Post Malone, the global super star, the unlikely fashion icon, America's Sweetheart with face tattoos. The only man with face tattoos that your grandma would bake a plate of cookies for. And suddenly he hated me... Everything about me... except how I did my job for him. He was making my life a living hell and the ink wasn't even dry yet on Cathy's farewell card. This was my dream job, but was it worth this??
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