"How much do you need to know?" Ke$ha mumbles as Mike sites opposite to her.
"Better yet, how much do you want to know?" she states with an air of crass in her voice. She is sitting in an interrogation office. Her fans, known as "Animals", have been involved, rather, the victims of, a recent string of murders.
"Look, Mike" she quips, making sure her investigator knows that she has no time, let alone patience for this.
"If you haven't noticed, my fans are fucking crazy."
"I know. I used to be one of them." Mike states. Ke$ha looks surprised.
"I wouldn't peg you as one. You have a college degree and are employed, while most of my fans are neither."
"Very funny Miss Sebert" Mike says as her pushes her comment aside.
"Were here to talk about you. Not your fans."
"Buy aren't my fans the whole entire reason I'm here. I mean, Jesus, if you're going to do your job, do it right." Ke$ha mutters something under her breath, pulling out her iPhone.
"Put that away, Miss Sebert"
"KALAN" Ke$ha shouts. "KALAN. Get in here you lazy bitch before I ensure that the last thing you see is of Mr. Peep's piss running down your face!"
Nobody responds. Mike stares at her, aghast.
"M-miss se…" Mike stutters.
"Cut the crap. You want the story? The big hoo haa? Fine. If I'm going to tell you, you're going to have to listen, because it's long and I don't feel like wasting my Friday night in a jail cell."
"Let's start from the beginning, shall we?" Mike pulls out a notepad and a voice recorder.
Miranda Davis sits alone in her college dormitory. She has returned from class, her long brown locks tied up in a messy bun above her head. She seems tired, as she can barely muster the energy to get up for a shower. She begins to fall asleep, her eyes fluttering open and closed by the second.
"Oh shit!" she rises with a startle. "I can't forget that."
She opens up her iPhone and tweets "#collegeswag"
A smile crosses her face as she falls asleep.
Clair O'Carr is seated at her computer desk at within her home. Her parents are out and she is left inside of the house alone. The monitor glares, omitting an ominous white light throughout the downstairs area.
"One day, I will be you. We will be one," she mutters, stroking the monitor.
On her screen is a high-resolution picture of Sky Ferreira.
"You can't escape me." She whispers. "You are me."
"Claire, honey, we're home!" her parents cheerily announce upon their arrival home.
"I told you mom, for the last time, my name is Sky!" she yells as she slams her door.
"It's okay, they don't understand" she says to her monitor.
Mauro Lealtise is browsing his twitter feed. A new tweet from Ke$ha appears.
"Please come to brazil" he tweets her.
She does not respond.
Back in Florida, Alex Zink and Christine from McDonalds enjoy a snack at a nearby coffee shop. Alex is humming his new favorite song, while Christine seems jittery. She is still in her McDonalds attire, and has a look of nervousness coupled with anxiety.
"What's wrong, Kitty?" Alex questions, typing on his phone.
"My boss doesn't know I'm out of work" Christine mumbles, a look of shame crossing her face.
"So? Who gives a shit? You work at a fucking McDonalds" Alex apathetically responds.
"You don't understand. My boss is going to fry me" she sighs.
"Haha, really funny" Alex sarcastically retorts.
Upon her return to work, Christine's manager shoves her head into the frying pans.
Jan is arrives to his lunch table. His friends eagerly await him and greet him upon his entry.
"Hey dude, what's up?"
"I already told you, I'm not gay." He yells.
"What the hell are you talking about?" his friend questions.
"No. I'm straight!" he yells again, before leaving the table in a fit of rage.
Peter is on skype with his friend. A window to the outside shows behind him. A vast landscape of Canadian mountains sprawls behind him, with wildlife and maple trees and men saying "Eh?" bountiful in the lush scenery.
"I thought you lived in China?" his friend exclaims, surprised at her recent discovery.
"No, I live in Canada" Peter retorts.
A moose flies by his window, screeching.
Michelle stands within a club room, aiding her friend Lauri Jaramillo in setting up her DJ equipment for that nights show.
"Why are you wearing glasses?" Michelle questions. It's dark in here.
"I like them" Lauri shrugs, pushing her hair out of her face.
"No, really," Michelle, annoyed, quips. "Your obsession with those things is worse than Demi Lovatos obsession with hot-cakes." She laughs to herself and pulls out her phone, tweeting it out. A pack of rabid Lovato fans are in her mentions within seconds. "They're so easy", she cackles.
"I don't know Michelle, I just really like 'em" Lauri says, eyeing Michelle as she walks towards her.
"What are you doing?" Lauri shouts as Michelle grabs at her face.
She rips Lauri's glasses off and sighs. Another pair is under the first one.
Kevin sits crammed within a crowded subway. His friend Austin sits next to him, and looks at him quizzically.
"Dude, you look stressed." He says, as Kevin rubs his forehead.
"Yeah, the store rejected my EBT and I don't have enough money for my KFC tonight."
Jane and Vivian appear bored in a college dormitory. Bottles of vodka litter the floor
"Let's do something wild. Like, try to force an entire trailer park up my vag," Jane says, rolling about on the floor, burping and farting.
Vivian cackles. "You're the definition of trash you skankwipe. Pebe has more class than you" she spurts as she knocks over another bottle of Grey Goose.
"Wake up in the morning feelin' like P-Diddy!" Jane attempts to sing as a plume of vomit rushes up her throat.
"Oh shit!" Vivian yells. "I thought you said you bought new medication after your child support and welfare checks came in." Vivian questions as Jane vomits her arteries-worth into the sink.
"Stupid Bitch," Vivian mumbles, wiping puke from the corner of Janes lips.
"Don't complain to me when your crusty ass lips didn't even work on the Dean, you ugly slutshit," Jane spits.
A knock comes from the door.
"WHO IS IT", Vivian screeches, Hyena like.
"It's Steven," a muffled voice from the outside says.
"Let him in!" Jane yells. After Vivian goes to get the door, Jane mutters, "to my vagina" as another wave of puke comes gushing out of her mouth.
"It stinks in here," says Steven as he traipses across the sea of bottles on the ground.
"Yeah, Jane's puking in the bathroom" Vivian giggles as the smell of dollar-general booze wafts from her mouth.
"Hey, look," says Steven. "I was wondering if I could trade you this rare new Ke$ha acapella I got for a bottle of Ciroq?"
The noises of another wave of vomit emit from the Bathroom.
