Kesha sits on the worn in pull-out porch behind her trailer. The sun beats against her oily skin, a Wal-Mart tank top glued to her stomach. She burps, tossing back the last of her unfinished Coors Light from the night before.
"Ma," she yells at Pebe. "Check the google to see if my song with Zedd is up on the Apple yet."
Pebe boots up their Windows '98 desktop and refreshes the iTunes browser.
"KeeShaw," Pebe yells from the kitchen. "It's not on there."
"Google it," Kesha grunts, picking at her Billabong flip-flops.
"Only two articles got posted about it. Perez Hilton and Idolator. It says..."
iTunes Top 1500: N/A
"But my Animals said they'd buy it!" Kesha shrieks.
A raccoon jumps out from behind the porch, bites Kesha's toe, and flees.
I don't trust Mark either... the way he's handled this case seems off. Kesha will be fine tho, Sony has to pressure Luke into letting her go due to the overwhelming support she has received. At least I hope that's what happens.
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So glad he's a good person.