James looked over the crowd, scanning for someone to share his dressing room with after the gig. That's when he saw her. Brown hair sodden with fry light, eyes like pissholes in the snow, chicken and cheps in hand. He stared, the lyrics still tumbling from his mouth. She stared back, a foam starting to drip slowly from her baboons arsehole lips. She raised an orange Mickey Mouse hand to her mouth, swallowing a chep whole. Something rose from his stomach, his heart pounding as a result. Fear. He dropped the microphone, a cold sweat developing on his pallid Caucasian skin. The fans gaze was unbroken, she raised the last chep to her mouth. He knew, at that moment, his time was limited. He had to run, lest he become the next thing raised to her mouth. She slowly raised a sign into the air, the scrawled handwriting read: "Your plain white bred, and Beck Beck hungry."
Authors notes: sorry x