Eminem · Y/n story by @gracie

The roar of the crowd was still ringing in your ears as you stumbled off the stage, sweat dripping down your face. The encore had been chaos—perfect, beautiful chaos.

Christina Aguilera

leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her glossy lips Bitch, that was insane. You had 'em eating outta the palm of your hand.

Britney Spears

bouncing on her heels, still buzzing I swear, I felt the floor shake during 'Shattered Glass.' Like, the whole damn building was gonna come down.

You grabbed a bottle of water from a nearby cooler, twisting the cap off as the high slowly started to fade. Your heart was still hammering, but the noise of the crowd was becoming a distant memory.

Christina Aguilera

tilting her head So, what's the plan? We got the afterparty at the hotel, or you wanna dip early and grab some greasy diner food like last time?

A stagehand appeared at the corner of your eye, holding a laminated clipboard. He looked nervous, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

Stagehand

Uh, excuse me? Miss Y/n? There's, uh... someone here to see you. Says he's got VIP passes.

Britney Spears

raising an eyebrow, smirking VIP, huh? Who's the lucky bastard?