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Celebrity: Anna Kendrick and Hayley Williams
Code: FF, Cons, Oral, Anal, Mast, Toys
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Anna Kendrick pushed her key into the front door of her apartment and crossed the threshold of her own private abode. Fatigue wore on her mind and she was eager to slip into bed and enjoy the weekend with some 'alone' time. Turning, she locked her front door and dumped her handbag on the kitchen counter and laid her roller case against the wall. Threading her hands through her long brown hair, Anna mulled over the options she could do before turning in for bed. Her musings were cut short when her cell phone beeped to life.
Tugging her cell out of her hoodie, the fatigue of flight travel made her squint as she read the contact. It was from Amy, one of her female friends who lived in the more artistic area of New York.
'Hey babes! I've got two tickets to Paramore at The Dive tonight!'
Anna smiled and rubbed at the back of her neck. Was she really in the mood for a rock show? She tapped out a reply on her cell and then hit the 'send' button.
'Hey, I'm way too tired for a show tonight. Next time?'
The petite brunette and star of Pitch Perfect saw the 'message coming' icon on her display so took a seat while awaiting the response.
'Aw come on! Simon and Jack both ditched me!'
'Way too tired still! Save your pity foo!'
'But... Beer! I'll buy you so much beer!'
Now that was a tempting offer, Anna was still young and the concept of a hangover consisted of getting out of bed at one in the afternoon. Her thumb hovered over the on screen keyboard before quickly tapping out a response.
'Delicious beer?'
'It's The Dive...'
That made Anna laugh out loud. It was a hipster-ish area of New York so there was only so much PBR they could sell before they got some weird obscure beer. Mulling her options, Anna sighed and tapped out a response. Maybe a rock show could be the start of a great weekend...
'Okay, time?"
'xD Nine pm! Smooches!'
Anna smiled and looked up at her large clock over her kitchen's stove and saw she had a couple of hours before she had to get out there. It was a forty five minute drive so she had about an hour to go. Her eyes flicked up to the door to her bathroom and she decided to grab a shower.
Having showered and changed into a fashionably casual attire of: a bright red hooded top, a white top with navy blue lines wrapped around her waist and a pair of denim jeans. She had been to a few rock shows at The Dive before and assumed that it would be just like the other shows she had been to. She had assembled a quick handbag to go out, it didn't really consist of anything too special. Just one very special addition towards the bottom of the bag that... Well, no one needed to know about.
Both Anna and Amy were guided to the side of the venue and had chance to meet the band ever so briefly before they needed to go on. Anna was mildly annoyed by the chance that she hadn't had the chance to watch some of the support acts but she was getting in for free. When you get something for free, you can't really complain as she would often argue.
The lights on stage of The Dive dimmed to four spotlights that focused on the band members who walked on stage, two on either side. Anna had been so fortunate to meet both Hayley Williams, lead singer and Josh Dumatt, the session drummer for the band. Anna fidgeted when she saw the lecherous stare from the lead guitarist. The way he looked at her was like a piece of meat and Anna didn't like that. She frowned slightly and moved back into the shadows where she could be hidden from the stares and enjoy the show in privacy as the intro music started to play.
Hayley did her best to not stare at the beautiful actress who was watching their set. Her right hand gripped the microphone by the now signature layer upon layer of orange duct tape and her eyes moved from face to face of the front row. Her sweet, angelic voice erupted from her lungs and sailed down the microphone in time with the music. Dancing and writhing on the spot, Hayley bent at her waist and pointed her left index finger at one of the flashing phones before catching a flash at the side of her. She could almost feel Anna taking the photo of her but ignored it. Standing up straight, Hayley leapt off of the small amp at the front of the stage and walked over to the side of the stage, passing the bass player, currently a session player due to some ongoing drama inside of the band.
Anna's gray eyes watched as Hayley moved from side to side of the stage, commanding attention like a lead singer should do. As Hayley took a perching position on the front speaker, Anna found herself licking at her lips when Hayley's shirt was lifted upwards by a brief gust from one of the on-stage fans that blew the bottom of her Elvis Costello shirt up, showing off the orange headed spitfire of a woman's stomach. When the retro Elvis shirt slipped up, Anna reached into her red hoody and grabbed a hold of her phone, looking to add a new picture to her list of masturbation material. However, as her phone came up to grab a picture, Hayley had bent over again. Shrugging her shoulders, Anna took the photo anyway and tweeted it out for the internet to see.