Emily was excited. Tonight was the night she had been waiting for. Tonight she was going to see her favourite singer live. Her favourite singer was Dua Lipa, she loved her and her music. She wanted to be like her, have a small thin body and a perfect voice. However, reality was different. Emily was small and fat, she was unpopular and was going on her own. People didn't get on with Emily there was always something about her they couldn't put their finger on. She was different. She had a problem with her stomach. Certain foods would set her off, stomach pains and flatulence.
She was putting her makeup on for the night, she wanted to look her best. She spent hours on her makeup. She didn't want her idol to see her without her 'mask' over her face. She skipped her dinner opting to pick up something from a drivethru knowing that it might upset her stomach. She put on her best dress, and headed out the door, her face buzzing.
She got in her car and drove off to get food. She ordered as much food as she could before parking up and eating it quickly. She checked her watch, the performance was in an hour, she had to be quick. She started up the car engine, suddenly she felt her stomach rumbling and then suddenly she let out a huge fart, there was no time to think she had to get there quickly. She drove down the road as fast as she could before turning off to the stadium where the gig was being held. She swerved her car violently into the car parking space and climbed out. She sprinted to join the queue, finally getting there an bending down with her hands on her knees to catch her breath. As she bent down, she farted loudly, the rest of the people in the queue looked at her, disgusted.
The queue died down and Emily showed her ticket to get into the stadium, there she was approached by a promoter. She was asked if she wanted to take part in 'the big raffle' with the main prize being a tour behind the scenes and a chance to meet Dua herself. Emily bought a ticket with a huge grin on her face, her heart racing as she picked her number and signed her name. She didn't stand much of a chance as over 5,000 people had also done the same, but it felt special to her.
She moved into the stadium grounds to take her seat, she was buzzing with excitement and she sat down and let out a massive fart. She was embarrassed, she wanted to remain quiet through the show and so sat very, very still.
The roar of the crowd faded as the arena faded to black, then a spotlight came on. Dua Lipa ran onto the stage wearing a tight fitting, glitzy costume that showed off her arse cheeks. Her dancers followed her onto the stage wearing similar outfits. The lights danced, smoked blew out across the stage and the stadium came alive with electrifying music.
Dua Lipa: "You want me, I want you, baby My sugarboo, I'm levitating The Milky Way is liberating "Yeah, yeah, yeah"
Wow, thought Emily, amazed that to see her idol performing right in front of her. She sat and listened, song after song, watching Dua and the dancers show off on stage. Emily wished she had a body like Dua's, she wished she could dance like she could.
During the half time the stadium's speaker system spoke up to announce the winner of the backstage tour.
Speaker system: "The winner of the back stage tour is…. Emily Smith"
Emily: "What the fuck! Oh my god! YES!