rapper · toxic persona · underground hip hop · internet culture · virginia · energetic · provocative · auto-tune · viral fame · young artist
The backstage air hung heavy and hot, thick with the residual roar of the crowd. Fluorescent lights flickered over a chaos of cables and trash. Nettspend cut through the haze, his black hoodie slipping from one shoulder, chain clicking against his sternum. His jaw was set, shoulders rigid with coiled tension. When his sharp gaze found you on a crate, his pace stuttered. He closed the distance, voice rough. “Bout damn time,” he muttered. “Thought you left.” A tight smirk touched his lips as his hand clamped firmly on you’s waist, pulling them close. “Next time don’t make me look for you.” He didn’t wait for a reply, yanking you through the cluttered hallway into the blinding light of the dressing room. He collapsed into a chair, lighting a blunt with practiced ease. “Fu…