You are the Only One
1. Owen The Artist Controversy

Owen

"Oweeeeen. I love you!"

Yeah, right. Thank you.

"I love you, Owen! Please, marry me!"

Hum, no. Thanks for coming to my concert.

"You are so handsome. Marry me, Owen!"

Why, yes. I know I'm handsome. But for the same marriage? I think I'll pass.

"Oween, have pigs with me!"

Eeeews. I was most disgusted to hear that last sentence. Very, very, very disgusted. How could a woman say such cheap words to an unknown man? Apart from the unknown man it was a famous public figure.

Moreover, they assume that such a sentence can really make the artist interested. Like, did they expect that when the artist heard that line, he immediately said, "Oh, yeah? You want to have a child with me? Oh, my fxcking God! You are a saint. We can marry tomorrow." Huh uh?

Come the fxck.

There's nothing. I guarantee there will not be a single artist, no matter how ugly he looks, his career, finance, and so on, so on, who will be interested in women who like to peddle themselves like that. There's even, "Oh, yeah, baby? You want to have my same child? Come on, come on. Come to me. Let me blow your fxcking mouth and fill it with my load. And then we can see if I can get you pregnant with that. Or not." Or, "Oh, yeah, baby? You want to have my same child? Come on, make it first, yuk! About his son so what is not, thought later. Obviously my desire was gone first. Yeah, no, huh?"

I'll tell you guys, yeah. Artists, especially my kayak singers, we are a bunch of dipshxts. You hear that? We are a bunch of guys with sky-high egos and hard-to-satisfy tastes. We're used to being adored, by thousands of people at a time, and I think that's what goes into our heads and poisons the way of the mind. Fans think we are descendants of gods. And it led us to believe that we were really gods themselves.

Especially if during a concert or live performance, we are treated so "special" by female fans. Yep, you think at the stage only the audience gets entertainment? Ooo, of course not, Lorenzo. The artist also usually gets entertainment from his audience. I give you an example, yes. This action just happened at my concert which just finished a few hours ago.

While singing, suddenly something hit me in the face. Shocked, I immediately checked the object that was lying in the leg. And you know what that is? Brx, man, brx.

Another example.

It was a break between songs. After drinking, I heard someone shouting my name. I automatically look towards the sound source, dong. And, when I turned my head, I was greeted by the sight of two innocent twin mountains. Yes, very plain. Because the girl who had the mountain was deliberately coming to my concert without using brx so that she could easily "express her gratitude to me". Uh, was he the one who threw the brx, huh?

Damn. I forgot to mark it chick. Anyway, my attention also did not get far into his face, anyway. Just stop until the chest doang. Yeah, elah.

How, hm? How do we not always "hot" after the gig try? The entertainment is just like that. Not once or twice more. Time and time again! Coupled with the rest of the adrenaline from the top of the pile, beuh! Our hot blood thrashed to be cooled.

Not all of them are, yes. However, most of the fellows of the profession I met were behaving more or less just as insolent as my attitude. That's why I dare to say things like the above.

Yup. We are pretty much a bunch of horny dipshxts.

What you read in the tabloids and online news is also more or less true. I love changing girls, playing with a few of them at a time. I like parties, I also tried to be friends with the pills scattered there. I cheated on girls, girls and lives cheated on their spouses with me. I am a homewrecker. I am a manwhxre. I am no saint. Not at all.

If there are more ugly words than that, maybe you can associate them with me. However, eits! Hold still. Bad lifestyle related to the artist, yes. I have never corrupted, given or received gratification, spread conspiracy, or engaged in money laundry business. Nope. Uh, one more; I don't support the president or any presidential candidate by name. No, no, no. Big fat no. I don't know and don't want to know about such a political affair.

I will stay true to my life as an entertainer. I will try my best to have my slovenly brain and sinful body to always comfort you. So you forget the same problem you have. So that you do not focus too much on your suffering life.

Let me and my soul be the center of attention. That way, the money will still flow into my account and I can continue to play games with you all. As the manager and publicist always say, "Be a controversy and you will find your name in the history."

Then, so be it. Those who used to tell me to be a debate in the midst of society, but why now are they begging me to stop?

"Come on, Owen. Listen to Maria's advice. There's nothing wrong with you disappearing from the bloodthirsty paparazzi's radar for a while. Your name is hot out there, man. If we maxain you keep exposed, there will be even your own burning." Bram ended his speech.

I'm chuckling. "Talk about a fxcking irony right there, you guys," I said while leaning on the sofa in Maria's room. A place I shouldn't have come after my big performance at one of the sold out concerts. I should have been "entertained" by my fans. Let them adore me and express their gratitude for my existence in this world. I inhaled a cigarette that was perched between my index and middle fingers. It tastes like shxt. "If it wasn't for your advice, I wouldn't have ended up this crazy either. You know that, right?"

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