Just a failed excerpt I made because I didn't know where I was going with it

it was gonna be a weight gain story but ehhh

some swearing in there

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Click, click, click! is heard between the adoring shouts before me as dozens upon dozens of digital cameras shudder. I smiled back to them and held out my hand to them, blowing the occasional kiss to no one in particular. I was on the stage in front of all these people - thousands of people have travelled miles to be graced in the presence of my voice. The thought was often overwhelming for me but the rapturous adoration the fans gave me and the attention they subtly demanded prevented a total breakdown on my part. My manager cleared his throat and I only barely heard it amidst the never-ending cries of "Duvall, Duvall!" that roared from the crowd. I turned my head to him and copped a cheeky grin. I gave a dainty wave goodbye and the crowd's adoring shouts became desperate screams for my return. I passed into the back room with my manager and the screams were dulled and my ears finally stopped ringing. My assistant, a tall, scrawny Doberman who could have passed for female with his long, wavy locks and slight frame (Having the name Haley probably didn't help either) was out elsewhere, likely running the merch stand. After being walked into my personal room, I slumped into a chair and popped my neck. The dull roar died down as people left the stadium and, fuck, was that a relief. I relaxed and let tension just flow from my body in waves. Just as I began to drift off, Haley barged into the room with the same cheery look that was usually there. In a casual, happy tone, he asked me if I wanted one. I peeked one eye open to see what I was getting 'one' of. Remarkably rich-looking squares of fudge. The smell hit my nose and I had to fight the urge to grab three or four. Instead, I cleared my throat and shut my eyes again.

"Haley, some people try to stay fit. You should probably try, too. You're looking kinda pudgy with how much stuff like this you eat." I replied gruffly to him, only to earn a very effeminate sound of distress. I may have hurt his feelings, but assistants need to know better! Haley sighs and rubs around his middle through his body-hugging, pink and black top. He wasn't chubby at all and I might have just roughly skewed his body image. Whoops. He crosses his arms, snorts angrily, and storms out of the room. When the door slams closed, I relax again and take a sip from my bottle of water. Just as I started drifting again, Gere, my manager, steps into the room with a stern look on his face. He wasn't mad, it was just the only expression his panther face could put on.

"Duvall. We're leaving. Pack up and head out front." Gere said firmly, making sure I heard it before turning and going on his way. That was a disappointment, for sure, because I'd hoped to relax for ten damn minutes before I had to leave. I got up from my chair, slipped on my coat, and grabbed whatever things I'd brought with me. With that, I followed Gere outside and sat inside the four-door car with Haley in the driver's seat and Gere in the passenger's. Haley sighed and started driving, whispering back and forth with Gere and it was impossible to read lips with those two. The fog gathered around the car and the chill settled in, leaving me uncomfortable and muttering obscenities. Twists and turns through the city are a bit soothing and I stare out the window at the pedestrians that walk on the sidewalk. My mind slows to a halt and I've drifted off until Gere roughly slams the car door closed and it jars me awake. It gives me an intense headache for a few seconds and I ease myself out of the car while I try figuring out where we were. A very expensive-looking hotel, several stories tall. Gere and Haley lead me inside and the interior is absolutely beautiful. Most everything is red with touches of gold and black. I stand away, keeping my back to the numerous people crowding in the lobby so maybe I wouldn't get noticed or caught up in taking pictures or signing autographs. After both money and keys were exchanged, I was lead to an elevator and the heavy doors closed behind us. Even the elevator had a sense of elegance about it and didn't insist upon jerking me around like most elevators tend to do.

The elevator dings as we reach the top floor and the doors slide open, and I impatiently slip through the doors before they have chance to totally open. Gere and Haley follow me through and Haley obediently opens the door to my motel room. My jaw dropped, my eyes scanned the room, and I was simply amazed at the glamorous decor and amazing setup of the room, so perfectly combined with a view worthy of a tourist attraction. I squealed and jumped up and down a few times like a sixteen-year-old getting her first car. I skip into the room to feel the plush furniture and look across building-tops from the massive windows that cover the walls. My heart races in excitement and I even go to hug Gere, considering he's the one who booked it for me.