Popstar 2049: Stage Fright

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She's nearly here ladies and gentlemen, the princess of Pulsewave herself, Celeste. Be sure to grab your exclusive Supernova Tour 2049 posters and t-shirts at our official merch counters. Both physical merch and AR download codes available.

Get it before it's gone. Ten minutes to show time, Celeste. God, I know! Just give me a fucking minute here.

Can somebody hand me my tea? Um, your bag, miss? Hold it over my mouth, you goddamn idiot! Les, Sharon says don't forget that you've got a Q&A about the new album with Trendsetter after the show, and then we've got a promo with GMA tomorrow at 6.

Give me the goddamn phone! I am not doing a motherfucking Q&A after a three-hour show. And you are smoking crack.

If you think I don't have about a million other more important things to do, then get up at five in the morning and read fucking Smucker's Birthdays. No, I am not saying that. I'm not going to lie to my fans, Sharon.

I'm helping manage expectations of what? That the next album is going to be just another cookie-cutter plastic product, just like the last five? Yeah, you know what didn't make them get three billion streams apiece, Sharon? Bringing in outside writers and a producer who sucks the life out of everything whenever he isn't saying no.

You know, I would have thought you guys would have a shred of faith in me at this point. It's in me, right? Oh yeah, they do know what's best for my fans.

Far better than me. I don't fucking care. GMA can use the hulu with promos we spent six goddamn days making.

Fuck, you know, like they do with, I don't know, everybody else? Then just get Trendsetter a quote from my publicist. That's what we pay her for, right? Who the hell books an interview right after a show anyway? Are you out of your mind? Terrific.

As always, you're a font of support. Right, you do that. Never mind that I'm having a goddamn panic attack over here.

And I wanted fucking Jasmine, Sharon! Goddamnit. Hey you, boss man, take over.

This guy's on break. Come with me. Okay, listen.

I need to relax. To do that, I need someone big, dumb and cute. Right now, that just so happens to be you.

I don't give a shit how tall you are, dumbass. I mean big very counts. I can see the bulge in your jeans from across the room.

Ugh, shut up. If I have to hear anybody else give me shit tonight, I am gonna fucking scream. So button up and don't ask questions.

Here's what's gonna happen. If you say yes, we're gonna do things that are outside of your contract. So if that's not your jam, you can fuck off to the back and get on with your work.

No, you won't get in trouble or get fired or whatever either way. If you want to leave, there's the door. Otherwise, you're gonna be sticking around and you're gonna help me de-stress.

Do you get it? Now, I want you to answer me. Yes or no? Ugh, don't explain.

Don't even fucking breathe. Just one word. Do you want to help me or not? Good.

Everybody, get out. Now, all of you. I want this room clear right the fuck now.

Or I swear, I will ram a star when so far up each and every one of your candy asses, I can spot check you for cavities. Peace at last. Now get on your knees.

That wasn't a suggestion, Rudy. Do it. Good.

Now follow me. On your knees. Over here.

Between the wall and the banister. I want your eyes up here the whole time. I'll know if you peek.

And your hands better stay off your cock. Eat my ass. And you'd better use lots of tongue.

Moon for me and. .. What? How dare you? Of course I'm fucking clean.

Haven't you heard of a pre-shoe ritual before, dumbass? Honestly. Are you clean? Who the hell do you think you're talking to? Come here.

Give me your hair, you little. .. Come here.

Give me your hair, you little. .. Fucking mouthy cockhead fucker.

Now get busy. Fuck. Yes.

That's right. Drown in my beautiful ass. Christ.

Look at all the signs. That's all I want, isn't it? Just vacay and hit me back and playing hooky.

What's the fucking point? You know, when you shut the fuck up for a few seconds. ..

You're actually really good at this. Oh yeah. That's it.

Get it. You should be honoured I'm letting you do this. Do you know how many.

.. How many celestials would give anything. ..

To be right where you are right now? I lick my asscheeks too. You fucking nasty boy.

Just like that. Don't you fucking bite them, you jackass. I've got a show in a few minutes.

You can't do that right now. You naughty little fucker. What happened there? Did you lose control? Got so turned on you couldn't even think? Or were you trying to mock me? To give me a hickey but lower? Were you hooping everyone would see? Hooping everyone would know? You want to claim me, big guy? Make me yours? That's cute.

But. .. I'm the one doing the claiming around here.

Worship me. What's got me so freaked? I don't know, dumbass.

Maybe that I'm about to go out and sing and dance in front of 80,000 people AND it's going on the Hollywood. What am I supposed to do? I mean, it's not even true for me anymore.

I'm 23 and still singing about fucking high school. Less talking, more tonguing. You say plain new stuff.

It's not so easy. I had to push those money-grabbing ghouls at the record label so hard to even let me do this. They shrivel up like Nosferatu at everything.

God forbid I ever want to add a jazz chord anywhere. Nope, everything's got to stick to the focus group approved formula. If it gets off the corporate conveyor belt, it goes straight into the furnace.

I just feel trapped, you know? Oh my god, sing to me. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh my god, that's so good. Oh no, I do want to do new stuff. My own real stuff.

I want to do so badly, but I can't stand it. What if no one gets it? What if they all just hate it? Hate me? I don't want them to be disappointed.

Oh, oh, oh, oh. Well, at least the real me isn't disappointing you. Yes, you fucking love it, you love it.

God, it feels so good to let go. Yes, let me just lay down. Oh, good boy, good boy.

Yes. Oh, good boy. You do want me, don't you? Oh, fucking hell, I'm chanting my name really.

I want me too, I want me too. You want me, don't you? Yes, eat me like I'm your last fucking meal.

Oh, I'm the fucking princess of both. Say it, say it. Yes, punish my tight little hole, you know they fucking suck.

Yes, oh yes, yes, you want me, you want me so fucking bad that you eat my ass right here. I'm nothing but a curtain separating us and I, 80,000 loyal screaming celestials. You could have said no.

You could walk away at any moment, but you don't. You didn't even hesitate because you love it. Anybody could come around and they'd see us.

Me offering my ass to you right in the open and you down on your knees. Oh, I should bring my whole little butt right next to the stage. I don't care to you, you sexy fucking animal.

No, you don't. No, you don't. Don't.

And I don't care either, because you want me. You're still going to want me, won't you? Even if, even if it's different.

Even if I bleed what's in my heart. Still, why? Say it again, say it again.

I can't do anything. In fact, you're lost. Goddamn Bitcoin again.

Smile, lover boy. Relax, I'm not going to boost it anywhere. This is just for me.

I want to remember this feeling and this moment. Oh, fuck. Yes, yes, yes.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Come here, come here.

Now, now. I'm going to fucking come in your mouth. Fuck you.

Oh, that felt, oh, really good. Clean my cum off your face, will you? You're a mess.