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iDKHOWās artist message for Spotify Wrapped 2024
i dont wanna see you, darling, six feet under
lets take ibuprofen together tuesday
NEW BROBECKS MUSIC NEXT YEAR
WHO ELSE IS GOIN CRAZY
dallon w the aldi hat š„š„
As an Aldi employee, i feel so proud
The truth is out there
Fact!
Acrrate
Please enjoy some horrendously grainy pics of the iDKHOW concert. Ps: I have an IPHONE 13. Hopefully by the next concert Iāll have more money to get VIP tickets or Iāll get a better phone.
Therapist: One a scale of 1 to 10, one being the worse, how do you feel today?
The Scale:
Dallon Weekes in INFATUATION
Ladies and Lentlemen, Dallon Weekes in DOWNSIDE
š Please accept this offer to sign my petition.
Subject: For Dallon Weekes to keep his gorgeous gray locks and invest in some black nail polish.
Your Ex Shows Up At a Gig and You Are Absolutely Rocking It. (Literally)
Alright some Acronyms to know.
YEN- Your Ex's Name
EFN- Ex's Friend's Names
YN- Your Name
YEFD- Your Ex's Favorite Drink
Songs for the chapter:
IDKHOW songs: "Infatuation" "Clusterhug"( Broebcks and iDKHOW mash version)
The Brobecks songs: "If You Like It Or Not" (demo music, it has that 8bit stecato, but official release lyrics!)
Dallon's Outfit!!
white button up, short sleeved, rolled up to right below his armpit. black suit pants. Black dress shoes. Messy brown hair, gorgeous bluish/green eyes. Heās TALL very tall.
Your Outfit!!
Fave band tee or iDKHOW/ Brobecks!! Darker demin blue jeans (ripped) black fishnets underneath the jeans. Fishnets under your shirt that spread to your finger tips. Silver chain necklace, couple helix piercings, couple small scattered tattoos.
(Whatever makeup you like/clean face if you donāt wear any :)
I'd add thicker combat boots or a cyberpunk look! Makes you look taller and edgier!!
Y/N Fem reader!!
For all the girlies out there that occasionally have a small episode of missing their ex, this will pick you up and make you feel more confident! Especially if you love Dallon Weekes.
YOUR EX'S POV:
My feet shuffle down the sidewalk, kicking a rock as I go. I completely ignore anyone who passes by. The sky radiates vibrant shades of red, pink and purple, even some blue. The clouds a perfected cotton like texture.
"You guys here yet?"
My Friends:
"AYEEEE YEA!! WE HER"
"YEA, MAN!!!! PARTAY!!!"
"There's a sic bamd here. They're pretty goud. Hot girls here two." A perverted smirk grows on my face. A night i can easily forget and shove everything down.
I roll my eyes, 'Already drinking, I see.'
Even a block before I reach the bar, music is already being heard. People crowd around the door and bar trying to hear as much as they can. I walk by some peers, "I didn't know they had a gig here! No way! The power couple of the century and they didn't post a gig night! They sound like they're almost done anyways, wait Dallon's talking. It's completely crowded in there." "I wish we got seats!" My grimace grows as I open the door. As soon as I reach the threshold, a sea of people greets me. The only "hot girls" I see are the sweaty, red faced waitresses working. It's really warm in here. There's so many people that I can barely breathe. Everyone's shouting that Dallon and a girl named 'Y/N' I had an ex named Y/N. I don't even bother looking at the stage until i found my group.
"Y/E/N!!!!" Faint screeches steer me in my friends' direction. I try my best to focus on the path to get to them first. Cheers and claps paired with hollers and whistles to the band. Laughing from the band members can be heard. I finally reach my destination and sit down next to my best friend. "YOOOOOOO Y/E/N HOW'S IT GOING?!" He grabs my shoulder and shakes me vigorously. "We just saw each other at work like 2 hours ago..." My dry attitude earns a stiff laugh from him. "Hey, please get him a Y/E/F/D!" "Ahhh, nah, I'm ok for now, thanks."
My mind quickly changes when i hear a certain voice. It was hard to recognize at first. As time went on, I guess the pitch of voice got deeper. Time suddenly slows literally like in the tv show. My stomach and heart become one and feel like they're being dropped from a severe height. My eyes slowly scan the chaotic environment to the stage. Stomach acid shot up into my throat. There she was. My ex, "Y/N" an airy whisper shot out. Looking gorgeous as ever. Sweating, playing and singing on stage with a band?! When we were together she didn't have any interest of playing instruments. She basically just had college, daddy issues and a sudden drinking problem.
"Wait... is that...?" E/F/N asks, I sharply nod. Part of me wanted to shout obscurities at her and get her attention, but i found it to be unproductive. The other part of me feels, relief? Relief that she's not a... not in... alive still I guess? She had a lot of mental health issues and some bad habits. Flecks of jealousy are discovered in the base of relief. 'In a band? Playing bass? How? We've been broken up for almost 4 years now. She seems like a pro.' Are those tattoos?! Her hair is parted and fixed to wear I can even see some additional piercings. Holy sh*t sheās changed quite a bit. Her fingers effortlessly slide and press and release the strings of the bass. I can see what colors she has for her bass when the lighting switches to normal. A black body, a very dark brown neck, a very dark blue pick guard with silver, glowing strings, silver tuners, i can see sparkles in the pick guard as her guitar as it shifts around.
"Tonight, we are debuting our newest release, "Infatuation" it's been a dream of mine too have female backup singer. But I actually am going to let Y/N take the lead here." Y/N slowly swivels her head to the guy talking and her finger pokes her chest. "Yes, you, love." The last word stings for some odd reason. āTheyāre together??ā It seemed like they were for centuries. The way they looked at each other, the way they just complimented each other. The lyrics, their movement. Their lustful gazes, their lovestruck gazes, their speech, honey drips in their tone as they talk to each other, even serenade one another. The crowd whoops and hollers as Y/N slides up the notes scale and arches herself so she can look at the ceiling all while playing the guitar. All while Dallon is behind her and beside her. They move in sync as their legs wobble to where they hunch down. Apparently, itās his signature move and she coped in on it at the right moment. It was like they were made for each other.
Did he write this song for her? The songās lyrics were juicy, almost scandalous. The way he just towered over her and gave her telepathical kisses was insane. Her hair begins to stick to her forehead just like his. She begins to wrack her head around to fight off the stray hairs sticking to her face. Some guys/girls whistle. Y/N chuckles and leaves her gaping smile on her face. As they groove and dive forward with the beat, my stomach swells and knots. I feel like Iām going to be sick. All this time, and she wasnāt mourning me? She was playing with this douche? For how long? How did they end up together? Is he just as unwell as she was?
As the song ends Dallon steps back and finds whatever song they wanted to play next. It was just the two of them and a drummer. AN: (Not Ryan cause he was fired for stealing irl) Dallon held the electric guitar with ease and maturity. Y/N was at times stiff only to loosen up when sheād bend and wiggle with the beat.
Y/N and Dallon finally separate from their battle of who can look into each others eyes the longest as they run their eyes up and down each others bodies. I raise my hand for a second drink. The waiter instantly hands me one. Y/N raises her hands and boxes half the room in between her arm span. Dallon does the same with his arms but it covers most of the audience. The crowd chuckles. āIs that ok, love? You can be louder.ā He backs up and turns her monitor up more. āNo wayyyy. We got this!! Right Clusterhug Brobecks crew!!ā The small group cheers. āLetās go!ā Dallon instantly plays the music and they hop up and down on beat. āTheyāve never done this before!!ā A girl screeches. āThis is awesome!!ā Another girl squeals. Geez when did so many people start to love them? āIām so confusedā E/F/N calls out. Y/N swings her head to us, she shrugs jovially and simultaneously strums the bass.
my group was practically torn down the middle of the crowd. We obviously didnāt participate but basically the rest of the room joined in loud company. Y/N kept up with Dallon as perfectly as she could, which to my surprise under such a crowd is just nauseatingly well. Her vocals harmonize and some of the lyrics are actually different than Dallonās. I canāt quite make out what sheās singing compared to what he is, the alcohol is kicking in.
3RD PERSON POV:
As the song comes to a close, Y/E/N only grows more and more inebriated. Restless more or less. His awkward pacing gives Y/N a chance to get some eye contact. As she sets the pace for the next song, her eyes trickle down to meet his. His ashamed, rosy face emerges from the crowd. A devilish smirk slowly and tauntingly grows on her face. Her eyes glaze over, her eyelids start to lower till they get to the halfway point. She defeats him. And he feels it. Without a word, she knows she wins. His eyes dart elsewhere. She takes a victory lap while singing the demoed version of, āIf You Like It or Notā released lyrics, but demoed 8bit sound. Oh how she loved seeing him shiver and shake about while Dallon and her sang about each other. Being together forever with Dallon is all she has ever wanted. Y/E/N knows that now. As Dallon strides to Y/N his saunter sneaks up to her. Her head is raised by his fingers resting gently under Y/Nās chin. He sweetly massages it and gracefully edges his fingers off your jaw. Her vision follows his fingers up to his eyes. Y/N locks attention to him. Her mouths hang open with suspense as your erotic lyrics drip with satisfaction and elegance. All she could imagine was him holding her in his arms. Dallon sweetly kissing her, grabbing at Y/Nās hands to hold. His sweet, wholesome nature arouses her in such a way. She gives in almost every time when an opportunity presents itself. She just canāt help it. Itās Dallon James Weekes. The most beautiful man sheās ever been with or seen is captivating her. There he is standing in all his glory, a glow under the lights. Hes taking captive of every thought behind Y/Nās beautiful eyes. As his fingers slide and push down the metal strings on his bass, Y/N is hypnotized by the veins on Dallonās hands. She memorizes every movement and twitch of his hand to remember later for after show fun. Its hard to do anything else after a coupleās show high. Dallonās mouth drops slightly and Y/N internally swears she can see drool seeping out of the corner of his mouth as she teases the stringer ever so softly.
As Y/E/N turns to leave, Y/N speaks. āWellā she swiftly fans herself as her and Dallon still pant rapidly. āAs we come back down from thatā¦ā her eyes bulge and a s*it eating grin can be found. āWe have 2 more songs for yinz tonight,ā that Pittsburgh twang broke out of her for a split second. Y/E/N immediately leaves to go and hurl onto the concrete outside like a typical old drunkard who lost his job. Except he still has his ol job, but he lost his pride that nightā¦
AN: yoooooo I feel so much better after that. I feel powerful! Hope you do too!!
I CANT WAIT TO SEE THEM AHHHHHH!!!!!!!
This what who I want to be like. Dallon Weekes. Just being a random dude thatās quirky and himself. Someone who doesnāt give a rats booty about what others think about him.