I’m riding along in the backseat, when I notice another car trying to stay at our pace, waving to get our attention. In the backseat is a Guy who is totally looking at me. I look up again and he now has a sign that says “brody”. Yep, brody Jenner.
So, we get to our destination, a concert hall of some sort, and take a seat. Who’s on the bill tonight? Why, Michael Jackson. And Whitney Houston of course. As Whitney begins to play her first number, brody Jenner comes to my seat and leads me by the hand to his VIP section several sections below. As Whitney finishes, brody steals the mic, says a few things and then comes to where I’m sitting and kisses me.
Did I mention he is wearing an afro?
The concert stops and everyone starts to leave. Brody pulls me aside and begins kissing me. He’s a terrible kisser. Really sloppy and not sensual at all. When he starts rubbing his… area… against me, asking if I feel it, my mind is wandering elsewhere, not terribly interested any longer. (He wig is gone now). (Not that I think I’m attracted to afros ).(not that there is anything wrong with them.)
I see Andrea and Audrey, they tell me they are leaving and that the whole venue is pissed at me specifically because the concert stopped. I go tell brody my friends are leaving and I have to as well, but when I go look for them, I can’t find them, so I go back into the theatre and see that people are starting to file back in. So, I take a seat and watch Michael Jackson.
The end.
WTF???
