*I DON'T OWN ANYTHING, I HAVE CHANGED SOME CHARACTERS AND NAMES EXCEPT FOR JEFFREE*
Miles of screaming girls and boys covered the concert like a heavy blanket. There was the familiar rowdies and drags. The familiar trash in the dirt and stomping of graffitied shoes. Hands rise and the crowds begin to yell his name, "JEFFREE, JEFFREE, JEFFREE!" And the music starts to play and he walks out on stage.
"No!" Jeffree screamed again, "I've made up my mind, bitch!" He crossed his arms in pure defiance. Jeffree's manager, Derek, sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, " Come on, baby, we need this! Imagine how much money you'll lose. Imagine how much money I'd lose!" Jeffree stomped back into his pink room, his arms still crossed. Derek followed. "I've had enough, Derek. I need a break." He said plopping down onto his mattress and grabbing a hairbrush and raking it through his dyed hair. " But think of the money!" Derek practically moaned throwing himself beside Jeffree. Jeffree giggled leaning over and giving Derek a wet kiss on the cheek," I'm sure you'll find something to do while I'm gone." His kiss left a pink stain.
"Just promise me this, " Derek replied.
"What?"
"That you won't change because I need my pink bitch."
"Deal." Jeffree agreed and began to pack his bags.