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Aight this is the last of my experimental soft tummy hubby Beel fixation for the time being, Iโll get back to other stuff I swear (๏ผไธ_ไธ)
Side note (me just yapping^^):
This was supposed to be posted in the first day of the year, but itโs been 2 weeks! I think Iโm starting to get more anxious posting. ;w;
I made it to 100 posts w my last art in this blog apparently! I thought that was cool. Though I definitely havenโt made it to 100 drawings (public at least ._ .) , so Iโll make that my goal!
I really hope this year will be better, there are so many things I hope I get to do this time. Iโm at 555 followers here on tumblr (itโd be funny if I make it to 666 followers, and Iโm almost close to 1k over on Twitter/X. Iโll make a thank you post at some point ^^
Hereโs to a happy new year filled w nothing but Beel๐ฅโจ
100 Posts already? Crazy! Tumblr feels a lot more like I remember it! Pre p0rn ban was just gold of course but it's ahead of almost everything else. <3
Thanks to all of you! Extra thanks to those supporting me through c4s! It's not making me rich but at least we can think about expanding our camera gear without worrying too much. Esp. when we are paying off our home in the near future. :) Stay tuned. :>
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โAre y'all still with me?!โ you yell out to the crowd. As a response, the crowd cheers back. โJust making sureโฆโ you giggle into the mic. You walk across the stage and towards the center.
"I just want to personally thank every single one of you for joining me tonight." You tell the crowd, cheers trickle in. "I know that y'all see what they write about me in those tabloids and yet, you all still come to support me."
โSo with that being said, I have a song that I want to perform for you guys.โ You announce. The lights dim and the crowd becomes louder. โYou know the saying, ignorance is bliss.โ
The music starts up and you began to sing your new song โIgnorance.โ
โIf Iโm a bad person, you donโt like me,โ You sing softly. โWell, Iโll guess Iโll make my own way,โ you point to the crowd.
โโ
After a long night of performing, you instantly crashed once your eyes saw your bed. Your shoes were still on and your body was covered in glitter from the amount of fans who hopped on stage to hug you.
You slept for a good nine hours before your bedroom door swings open. You lift your head to look and drop it right back on your pillow.
โY/N!!!โ your manager, Cami shouts. You snore louder, the sound echoing throughout the room. Cami shouts your name over and over. Three minutes pass and she decides to pull the covers off your body and flip you off the bed.
โWHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?โ You yell.
โRise and shine my beautiful rockstar!โ She sings. You flip her off.
"What do you want?" you say annoyed. โIf youโre about to come at me with some promotional advertisements blah blah then thereโs the door,โ you tell her, cuddling back into your bed with a pillow.
If someone was forcing you to describe Cami with ONLY one word, you wouldn't be able to. One word doesn't cover her entire personaliity. Annoying. Agitating. Insufferable. Loud. Always gets her way.
โI landed you a big time television performance!!!โ Your manager says, you slowly open your eyes. โCyndi Lauper cancelled, she got the flu.โ She continues, walking over to your curtains and opening them.
You hiss, covering your eyes.
โGuess she had too much fun,โ you joke. Cami has on a straight face.
"You better be happy that you're prettyโ your manager says sarcastically. You roll your eyes, still laying down. โYou do know we have to be there in an hour, right?โ
โNah,โ you say.
โLet me guess, you didnโt read your weekly scheduleโฆโ your manager says.
โGuessed correctly,โ you adjusts your arms and continue to doze off. All of a sudden, you feel a hard pinch on your arm.
โOkay okay, Iโm up.โ You rub your eyes. โI just might make an HR report."
"Be my guest, less time spent with you!" She says. โAnd do something with your hair!โ Your manager tells you.
"Hair hair hair," you say. "All I ever hear from you."
"You need to look your best 24/7" Cami says. "I mean do you even read what people say about you." She throws the paper at you, you're quick to open it, immediately met by a photo of you taking multiple shots in a club with women and men surrounding you.
Above the photo reads "Why parents should not allow their teens to listen to 'Y/N the devil'."
You roll your eyes.
"Why do they keep calling me the devil?" you say out loud.
"Don't mind them," Cami says.
"How can I not?" you tell her. You flip over onto another page and see Michael Jackson specifically talking about you. "What the fuck"
"Hmm?" Cami says. "Wait, don't read that!" Cami says, walking over to snatch it from you, but you pull away.
You read Michael's qoute out loud.
"I've heard of her, most of the world has and obviously they have their opinions. I don't know much except that some people believe she's frightening and that whenever a fan is brought up on stage, they disappear. Someone even said she eats puppies. I just don't get the appeal." you drop the paper and look at Cami, she's sporting a sorry face.
"Y/N," she starts. You shake your head.
You get up from your bed and start walking to the bathroom, beginning your morning routine. Once you're done, you put on your outfit, do your hair and walk down the stairs of your house. Cami says goodbye to whoever she is on the phone with.
"Nope!" Cami instantly says. "Cover up the stomach."
"You're censoring me." you say bluntly.
"Y/N." Cami says sternly.
"Better be happy I'm even going." you tell her. The both of y'all leave your house and get into the car. "Turn on the radio."
"Magic word?" Cami says, turning around to face you in the backseat.
"Turn. On. The. Radio." You repeat. Cami scoffs and turns the radio on.
"Don't stop til you get enough" starts playing.
"UGHHHHH" You say. "How many times are they gonna play this song?"
"Don't act like you didn't buy Michael's vinyl." Cami says.
"I was gifted the vinyl." You say.
"You still have it and what's the dramatics with Michael all about?" Cami asks.
"Did you even hear what he said about me in the tabloids?" you ask Cami.
"Oh please, Y/N, bad publicity is still publicity." Cami defends.
"I don't eat puppies for lunch just because I wear all black!" you tell her. โAnd my fans donโt magically disappear, itโs bs.โ
---
Both of yโall make it to the final destination.
"What am I doing again?" you ask Cami.
"Can't tell you," She says. Your bodyguard opens the car door for you. You hop out and follow behind Cami. You guys make it inside the building, checking in with the front desk clerk who then leads the two of you into a studio room.
Your mouth drops when you see Michael and a variety of other artists. Michael is clearly excited, cracking jokes with all the other artist. An aura of yellow and orange radiates off him.
You flip your head to Cami.
She mouths "sorry" followed by a smile. You pull her arm closer to yours.
"You are awful." you say.
"Love you too." Cami responds. The two of you walk over to Michael's manager, John, and introduces herself and you.
"Well hello gorgeous," John says. Cami pretends to fan herself while flirting back.
"Ew" you whisper.
"This is Y/N," Cami says to John and Michael.
"Hello Y/N, I've been seeing your rise to fame," John says while giving you a smile. You offer a fake one back. Michael puts his hand out in front of you.
"Nice to meet you," he says. You roll your eyes and walk off to join the other musicians.
"The song is called 'Heal The World'" the producer says.
"How long is this gonna take?" you ask Cami but she's quick to shush you.
The producers pass out a sheet of paper to everyone. You read over it quickly before laying it down on your lap so you could pick at your nails. Visibly cringing every time Michael pops his bubblegum.
"Someone's excited," Michael jokes, next to you.
"So excited, sunny boy." you say sarcastically, not looking up from your nails.
"Did you hurt your eye?" Michael genuinely ask. You scoff and look up at him.
"It's makeup you idiot." you tell Michael in a dull tone. He throws his hands up in defense, looking away from you and back at his paper. You stare at him before apologizing. "Sorry." you mumble.
"You're good, just rough around the edges." Michael says.
You turn from him and pick up a magazine. As you read it, Michael is annotating his lines with a pen. Or making a song with the pen? You dont know, all you know is that he won't stop clicking it.
"Alright, let's get started!" John says, interrupting the rude words that you had for Michael.
---
"When you're down and-" Michael starts to sing but stops. "Nope, let's try again."
You throw your head back on the couch and groan. Cami pinches your arm.
"Be nice!" Cami says.
"This is his tenth time starting over!" you argue. "How hard is it to sing a single line?"
"I can hear you, you know." Michael says, removing his headphones.
"Well if that's the case..." you start. "Hurry up!!!" Michael shakes his head and puts the headphones back on. After another ten takes, Michael is finally ready to do it with the others.
But you're already extremely bored so why not cause some chaos? Before Michael opens his mouth to sing his part, you take over.
"When you're down and out, and there seems no hope at all" you sing. Michael's head is quick to flip over to you.
"You're singing my part," he interrupts.
"It's not YOUR part." you say.
"Yes, it is," Michael argues.
"No."
"Yes!"
"No."
"Yes! That is my part!" Michael picks up the script and shows you where his name is highlighted. You pretend to squint while looking at it.
"Hmmm, nah." you say. Michael looks at his manager, John, who is making his way over to Cami. They share some words before Cami comes up to you.
"Please try to be on your best behavior." Cami says.
"I like his part more than mine." you say.
"Well, it's not yours sweetheart." Cami tells you. She saunters away and stands by all the other managers.
"Alrighty, let's take it from the top." the producer says.
Again, you sing Michael's part. But this time, he flips.
"Okay! What is your issue?!" Michael says.
"You're my issue!" you shout. "You chew your gum too loudly, you're always clicking that stupid pen of yours, and your song wont stop playing on the radio. Not only that, stop talking about me in the press."
"Oh come on," Michael says.
"You come on!" you say. "No really, 'Don't stop until you get enough' how original!" you mock.
"Well you have issues too!' Michael says.
"Do I now? Please King Michael, share with the class," you say.
"I heard that you drink cow blood for breakfast and sacrifice your fans."
"Out of all the dumb things that come out of your mouth, that one wins." you tell him.
"People call you the devil!" Michael adds.
"And what sense does that make?" you tell him. "Is that why my name stays in your mouth?"
"That's just the stuff I've been hearing." Michael says. "And your songs are so loud they hurt my ears." he continues.
"Jackie is the hottest Jackson."
"Well at least people can understand my lyrics." Michael spits. You huff and scream, marching out from the studio. "Wait that's not what I-" he starts, but you are already out the door. You cross your arms and stomp all the way outside where the musicians go to smoke.
Do you smoke? No. But you needed somewhere quiet to go.
---
You're sat on the bench, lost in your thoughts. You fiddle with your fingers. You wish you were any where but here now. You're pulled from your thoughts when you hear footsteps. You turn your head and see Michael standing in front of you.
"Ms. Cami was telling me you had a vinyl of my album," Michael starts after minutes of silence. "I could sign it."
"I was gifted the album, I never play it." you lie. Michael sighs and sits down next to you. You scoot further away from him.
"Can we talk?" Michael asks you.
"No," you say. Michael mutters an okay and hops up to walk away. "Wait." you say behind him. He turns around and walks back over.
"Yeah?" he softly ask. You motion for him to sit down. A couple more minutes pass by. "I was at your show last night." Michael admits.
Your eyes widen to saucers, your body turns to face him.
"Are you serious?" you ask. He shakes his head. "What is disco boy doing at a rock concert?"
"I thought I could have the chance to talk to you," Michael says. "But by the time security got me backstage, you were gone."
"Talk to me about what?" you ask.
"Look I know it's not easy to see what the tabloids are writing about you." Michael starts. You began to fiddle with your fingers and turn away from him again.
"If you know it's not easy, then why give a statement?" you ask with an attitude.
"I don't know, but trust me when I say that I regret it." Michael says. "After seeing you up close and performing like that, I could tell that you love what you do and your fans even more."
"Theyโre the only people who understand me." You say quietly. "My own stupid manager hates me and I haven't spoken to my parents in years."
"I wish I had that problem, for the longest, my dad controlled my life." Michael tells you. You look over into his brown eyes. "And I think rock is cool."
"It's cooler than cool. It's the only time I can yell and get away with it." you say. You both start to laugh with each other.
"I don't think you're the devil." Michael says.
"Wow, validation from thee Michael Jackson?" you start. "I feel so complete," you say sarcastically. Michael offers you a grin.
"So you really don't like "Dont stop til you get enough?'" Michael asks.
"It's good, but my favorite song is 'She's out of my life'" you say. Michael shakes his head before freezing.
"Wait a minute," Michael says. "I thought you never listened to my album." He says, catching you in a lie. You open your mouth before closing it.
"Maybe, I've given it a listen or two," you say, knowing that it's all you play.
"Then you do like my music!" Michael exclaims.
"it's whatever." you say. "But I think it deserves a guitar solo." you continue.
"We could make that happen over dinner," Michael tells you.
"Do you really want to be seen with a person who eats puppies and sacrifices her fans?" you joke. Michael smiles.
"Let them talk." Michael says.
"You were also one of the people talking," you tell him.
"And clearly I was proven wrong, so what do you say about dinner?" Michael says.
"Are you asking me out?" you curiously ask.
"Are you saying no?" Michael asks you.
"No," you say quickly.
"Oh okay," Michael dafeatedly says.
"Wait no, I'm not saying no," you say. "I just need to think."
"Think faster." Michael says.
"Are you rushing me sunny boy?" you ask
"No..." he says wide grinned.
The exit door swings open, John and Cami walked in.
"Oh thank you!" Cami says to the sky before running over. "I thought Michael was a goner, you guys have been out here for so long."
"We're just talking," Michael softly says.
"Mhm, what about?" John asks. You and Michael look at each other and then away. "Oh I see,' John says.
"You see nothing," Michael hums.
"No, I see something." John says. "Me and Cami will leave y'all to it," John says, grabbing Cami's arm and taking her with him.
Once they are out of earshot, you speak.
"I'll only go on the date with you under two conditions," you say.
"What?" Michael asks.
"You will go back to the press and retract your statement about me," you say, he nods his head. "And I get dibs on what plays on the radio."
