“You want me to work with who?” Billie Eilish swiftly stood up from her leather seat parallel to her tour manager.
Billie was called into the studio today to discuss a tour proposition brought forward by a rapper influencer named Adam Grandmaison, but most inside the music hemisphere referred to him simply as Adam22.
Billie’s tour manager leaned forward from his expensive computer chair, the fabric creaked as he brought himself up. “Listen…Billie I know you are…uummm…upset at this proposition but really this is a win win situation for all parties involved”.
Earlier in the day Adam22 brought forward a promised large sum of cash for Billie and her managers if she performed a world tour with Danielle Bregoli and Briana Bueno but most in the rap game referred to them as Bhad Bahbie and Baby Goth. The former of which being very materialistic, perpetually mentioning Gucci products as well as referencing violent behaviour (mostly) towards other women. The ladder being a much more emotional artist whilst still making mention to the ‘rapper lifestyle’. Billie Eilish knew all of this which was why she was so angry towards her manager. Billie was an self proclaimed ‘edgy’ artist, she preferred writing tracks in a much more depressing tone than Danielle or Briana would ever willingly write.
“You can’t fucking do this! I would rather die than play with those…those…whores!”. Billie complained.
“well im terribly sorry to do this to you Billie but you are contractually obligated by your label to perform under any condition they see fit. We have never been offered so much money to have you perform with another artist so they have already given me the green light. Im sorry”.
Billie scowled at the suited man before standing up, kicking her chair over in the process and storming out of her managers office, slamming the door as she left, causing several portraits on the manager’s desk to tip over.
“ *sigh* I think we need a backup plan” the tour manager spoke to himself whilst rubbing his eyes.
He picked up his cellphone and dialed a number, he brought the phone to his ear “yeah, she isn’t cooperating…you know what to do”.
Billie made her way back to her house without a hitch, she found it unusual that no one in that studio tried convincing her that performing with Bhad Bahbie and Baby Goth wasn’t such a bad thing.
“weird” Billie spoke to herself before laying down on her exquisite red sofa.
She began to drift off into a nap. Just before being able to fall asleep she heard the sound of glass smashing from the other side of her large household.
“hello!?” Billie yelled, her voice echoing throughout her mansion.
She slowly got off her couch and crept towards the source of the noise. She entered the corridor of her kitchen. Shattered glass could be seen scattered across the checkered marble floor. After Billie took in the strange occurrence she noticed something on her bar, a folded piece of paper. Billie approached the paper with caution, glass crunching under her socked feet as she proceeded. She picked up the paper and unfolded it. An advertisement for her world tour with Bhad Bahbie and Baby Goth. The graphic featured a stylized representation of her name as well as Bhad Bahbie’s and Baby Goth’s name next to each other below Billie’s title. The backdrop of the poster shamelessly displayed a picture of Danielle and Goth posing next to each other with one arm behind their heads and one hand on their hip with said hip cocked to the side in a sassy manner. Billie scoffed at the shameless advertisement.
All of a sudden an arm came from behind Billie and wrapped around her neck, by the time she registered her situation the kidnapper already had a cloth of chloroform firmly against her face, she was barely given a chance to struggle before she drifted off.
Billie slowly came back to consciousness, she was barely able to lift her eyelids or straighten out her neck. A mysterious man in front of her lightly slapped her across the face a few times to try and jog her out of her dreamy state. Once Billie was able to open her eyes a little more she noticed the hand smacking her looked very familiar, the tattoos displayed across the fingers and knuckle were unmistakable.
“Adam…?” Billie spoke, still being in a groggy state.
“Haha, there you are!” Adam22 clapped his hands in celebration, which in turn brought the silver haired pop star to full attention.
Her vision became less blurry and was finally able to see every detail clearly, from Adam’s peach fuzz to his Lil Peep tribute tattoo proudly displayed on one side of his face. Once Billie’s concentration returned she spit directly in Adam’s eye, causing him to drop his joint.
“fuck!” Adam22 winced and backed off from the pop star.
He walked over to a long fold out buffet table to Billie’s immediate right to grab a napkin to wipe away the saliva. It was at that moment Billie noticed two girls in far left corner of the room, sitting in fold out chairs and getting high. It was Bhad Bahbie and Baby Goth. As clear as day Billie could see them happily passing off a thick blunt to each other, giggling with glee from the euphoria being received. Billie scoffed, obviously being put off from the bimbos before her. Adam returned to Billie’s view, his eye being noticeably red and veiny from washing the pop star’s spit out. Billie defiantly turned away from the tattooed man, pretending he wasn’t there.
Adam violently grabbed the silver haired girl by her neck and forced her to look at him. “you listen to me…we do this the easy way…or the hard way”.
Billie leaned her neck back and swung it forward, head-butting Adam and causing him to fall backwards. Danielle and goth erupted into a fit of laughter, Briana even fell out of her black folding seat and began rolling on the floor, much to Adam’s dismay. The tattooed man got up again, the right side of his forehead lightly dripping blood. Adam rubbed the blood on his head with a napkin and approached Billie again.
“I guess this is happening the hard way” Adam22 chuckled at the fright growing in the silver haired pop star’s eyes.
Adam stomped over to the door of the room and opened it, the hallway was pitch black. All of a sudden Billie could hear feint squeaking of what sounded like to be rusty joints on wheels. It got louder and louder until a metal cart could be seen materializing out of blackness of the hallway. A very sexy nurse was guiding the cart into the room, Billie could swear she looked familiar but the surgical mask she was wearing ruined any chance for the white haired teen to notice her real identity.
Billie was sweating by this point, many images appeared in her mind of what the nurse would do to her, she kept saying to herself in her head “this is gonna end up just like Saw”.
The nurse unveiled the curtain atop the cart to reveal…a bunch of body parts.
