She could not believe it she stood up sweating, she was so excited she let out a small fart. She plodded up to the claim her reward.
She returned to the foyer where she was greeted by a woman, she had blonde hair and brown eyes. She was wearing tight black jeans and a black shirt.
Assistant: "Are you Emily? Follow me!
Emily was led by an assistant around the back stage.
Assistant: "Oh we've got a very special treat for you, what was your name again?
Emily: "My names Emily."
Assistant: "Yes, I thought so, just checking. Well, we have a big surprise for you follow me.
Emily followed the woman through the inner workings of backstage, walking through the changing rooms, the dancing girls looking at her. Emily could see they were whispering to each other, she thought they were laughing at her due to her size. As she passed through the corridor, she made sure to fart on her way out as revenge.
Assistant: "If you'd just like to follow me this way."
She led Emily down a corridor until she arrived at Dua's changing room.
Assistant: "You're very lucky you have 20 minutes with her, she can sign anything you have and you can take photos."
Emily entered, there she saw her, she couldn't believe it, Dua Lipa was standing there right in front of her. Dua was zipping up her dress as she had got changed out of the dress, she had performed in.
Dua Lipa: "Oh hi, you're early sorry I am just getting changed."
Emily didn't know how to react she managed to stutter some words out.
Emily: "I can come back if you want
Dua: "Don't be daft, take a seat make yourself comfy. I won't be a moment."
Emily was holding in a fart, she could feel it, she tried so hard to keep it, she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of her idol.
Dua Lipa sat down on a makeup stool opposite Emily, a smile on her face.
Dua: "So what's your favourite song?
Emily: "Levitating, its perfect."
Dua: "Why thank you, do you want me to sign a copy?
Emily had brought with her a vinyl version of Dua's Future Nostalgia album.
Dua: "Ah good choice, this one was my favourite to make.
As Dua Lipa was signing Emily let out a huge fart, the sound ripped through and the stench quickly filled the room. She went red, she couldn't believe what she had done. She was so upset.
Dua Lipa smiled and laughed.
Dua: "Hahaha don't worry about it, I do them all the time, just when people aren't looking."
Emily: "I'm really sorry, I have a stomach problem."
Dua: "Oh don't worry about it, sometimes its what you wear, if its really tight fitting its probably not good for you.
"I had the same experience I got some new clothes and they caused quite a stink, both with the paparazzi and in the room."
Emily laughed, she felt calmed by this, of course it's a human thing she thought.
Dua: "Can I get you a drink of anything, you may be a fan but you are my guest.
Dua Lipa stood up and went over to the coffee machine as she did her stomach rumbled.
Dua: "Oh excuse me I am getting hungry, those performances really do me in, I need a lot of coffee to keep going."
Emily could hear a strange noise coming from down the corridor in the dancers changing room. She didn't know what it was, a sort of buzzing sound. Suddenly Emily heard a much stranger noise coming from inside the room. As Dua Lipa bent down to get the coffee, she ripped a wet fart from her arse.
Dua: "See what I mean, apologies that was a loud one."
Emily laughed, she felt comforted by this. Dua Lipa looked increasingly uncomfortable. She sat back down again and farted for a second time.
Dua: "Oh there I go again."
The stench filled the small room quickly.
Emily: "I guess that makes us equals."
Dua: "Yes it does I suppose.
"I guess these clothes are a tight fit after all, but she's better than my last skin, you have to be comfortable in your own skin."
Emily didn't understand what Dua meant and just nodded along.
Emily: "Before I go, would I be able to see your wardrobe, you have such lovely dresses and I was thinking of getting one just like it.
Dua: "Yeah, sure take a peek."
Emily moved towards Dua's wardrobe eager to see what was inside, as she got closer her heart started racing. Behind her Dua Lipa got up and walked towards the mirror, she pouted and started to twerk in front of the mirror, keeping an eye on Emily. Emily opened the wardrobe. Suddenly she screamed
Arrrrggghhh!
Emily: "What is it? It looks like skin?
She looked at the 'suit' in front of her, she thought she recognised the face, it was the promoter from before, the one who she bought the ticket off.
Emily: "This is sick, there a zip in his skin!
She turned around to Dua, who was smiling at Emily, she was filing her nails and didn't seem that bothered by what was going on. Emily noticed that there was a small zip in Dua's forehead.
Emily: "Oh my god."
Dua Lipa farted loudly,
Dua: "Ah that's my skin's way of telling me, I need to be naked!
"You were a good chat….erm…. Emily, but let's see if you taste as nice."
Dua Lipa, reached for her forehead. As she started to tug her zip blue light was emitted and she began to moan in pleasure as she closed her eyes. She opened the zip across her forehead until she got to the back of her head. She then opened it, pulling her scalp back and then starting to push her 'human face' down. She was a slitheen, the big green bulky alien had found its way in to her small peite body. Its claws swung free out of Dua's and as she pulled the skin down passed her arse, it flopped to the floor.
Emily screamed as the Slitheen stood up at full height and lunged towards her. She couldn't get passed it, she coward in the corner curling up, with tears running down her face. *Crunch* She was dead.