ANDRE
This part, I hate the most.
The part where I have to kiss up to snotty rich people's hands, thank them for the favours and money they are giving us, through the sponsorships, all for us to be able to perform without any hitches.
I have to grovel at their feet, make them feel important when I truly and utterly couldn't care less. But the company is adamant about this stuff, so here I am.
I thought this was supposed to be fucking party, but it seems like an organized casual meeting. I am asked about the trophy, if I feel good about it, if I am looking forward to the world tour, and my plans. If I can produce and write some solo songs. What I think about myself, as a solo artist, how I am contributing to Mars…
Honestly, I am drinking more than I should, to deal with a smile on my face, before I give in to the urge of flipping these morons in their faces.
