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"Let's drink to our dear friend and his new album, which has already soared to the second line of all the charts in the world!" A man in a wide-brimmed hat raised a crystal glass with a noble drink, focusing the attention of the audience on his person.
After only a fraction of a second, deafening exclamations reached their peak, and dozens of glasses touched each other, responding to the melodic ringing of glass. The next congratulations were mixed with joyful shouts "For Adam!"
"Thank you, Terrence," the melodious voice of the brunette sounded behind the dancer's back, and he turned around when he felt a light blow on the shoulder. "I see the party is already in full swing."
"The party is gorgeous, and not only that." He ran an appraising glance over the leopard shirt, unbuttoned by the last two buttons, and tight light jeans, drowning in the glitter of all kinds of accessories. "How many jewelry stores he robbed this time, Lambert?"
Appreciating a friend's joke on a solid four, the singer laughed good-naturedly, then drained a shot of his favorite tequila, barely hiding a sly smile.
"I just rummaged in the closet."
"At this rate, soon you will not find anything there without a shovel, you were gone for about an hour!" Terrence exclaimed in a mock offended voice.
"You know, I always dress perfectly, and it takes more time!" Adam responded to his tone, putting an empty glass on the table and looking around at the guests. "Did they all come on time?"
"For free drinks and fun ..." The African American thought, holding his chin with his fingers. "Of course, yes."
A new portion of laughter went through the room, this time everyone who was within a radius of five meters from them joined the guys.
"Hi, Adam." A blond of short stature with a long slanting bangs extended his hand to the owner of the house. "This time you were going even longer."
"And you go there too?" Tiredly rolling his eyes, the singer let out a disappointed sigh.
"Glad to see I wasn't the only one who noticed that." Terrence said with a smug grin.
"So, everything is clear. You all conspired against me." Making a disgruntled face, the brunette patted his friends on the shoulder and disappeared into the crowd in search of more adequate interlocutors.
It was only now that Adam noticed that he had accidentally gathered some of the most influential people in Los Angeles and beyond in his house. Singers, actors, even a few politicians came to his party in honor of the release of the long-awaited album "Trespassing". Music unites – these are by no means simple words, they have a huge meaning, this is what it is created for, melodies are designed to give people joy, a feeling of euphoria, help overcome difficulties and cheer up. It would seem that the order of the words is correct, the melody is right, but their combination... Music rightfully occupies one of the leading positions in modern life, without it everyone would have gone mad long ago from the dullness of life, from constant tension and many problems.
Adam was incredibly proud to be part of this world three years ago. Show business opened its doors for him, inviting him to the world he had dreamed of all his life. The glitter of spotlights, bright outfits, catchy makeup, thunderous applause – this is all that he lives with, as if, having lost these elements, he would lose the ability to breathe.
And now he was in the best spirits, having received one of the pleasant bonuses of his job – a stunning party in his honor. The man, once again looking at his outfit, nodded satisfactorily and walked to the other end of the living room, simultaneously shaking hands and embracing friends and acquaintances, a wide smile did not leave his face, accepting another congratulation, his throat burned pleasantly from high-quality alcohol. But not only Adam felt "at ease", from afar he noticed a group of dancers who confidently moved to the beat of electronic music, one of them beckoned the singer to their impromptu circle, reminiscent of a professional hip-hop battle. The brunette could not ignore the offer, so in no time he overcame the distance separating them and immediately found himself in the center of an impromptu scene. Remembering the rehearsals on the Glam Nation Tour, the idol of millions gave himself up to the music, sexually moving his chest and burying his hands in his perfectly styled hair, he sensually bit his lip, closing his blue eyes. An approving whistle and a few obscene words made it clear that he was again on top. A second, and two men joined him, moving to the beat they got closer, hugged him by the shoulders and waist, from which the brunette slightly opened his mouth, making several saving sighs. He caught an indescribable thrill from their closeness, enjoyed their attention, their touch, mentally already figuring out which of them he would spend an unforgettable night with. After examining each of them, the man opted for a sexy blonde in a black tight T-shirt and light-colored jeans with a metal chain instead of a belt, he, as if reading his thoughts, pulled him to himself for a hot kiss, their lips were already just a couple of centimeters from each friend, when a demanding call was heard from the crowd.
"Adam! Where are you! I've been trying to find you for an hour!"
"Monte?!" The brunette was somewhat shocked to see his old friend on such an evening, but, throwing all prejudices to hell, reluctantly removed his hand from the dancer's neck and went to his former musical director. "I thought you were in New York..."
"Plans tend to change, don't you think so?" A sly smile immediately appeared on his face, he held out his hand in a welcoming gesture.
"Of course, I just didn't expect that the performance with my own group in a respected club could be postponed ... But since you're here, let's drink to our friendship!" Adam gently pushed him towards the coffee table, which has several trays of various drinks from whiskey to milkshakes.
"I wonder how much you've drunk already? You almost fulfilled all your erotic fantasies with that blonde right here." Raising a glass of whiskey, the guitarist grinned.
"I have no idea." The brunette answered cheerfully, after which he knocked over another tequila glass. "And who is this charming girl standing next to you?"
For a second, Pittman gave his former colleague a bewildered look, but turning around, smiled good-naturedly, pulling someone by the hand into the nearest chair.
"This is my friend, Dakota. She is a famous designer and artist, half of Los Angeles knows her thanks to her incomparable talent and advertising on every pillar." As soon as he finished the sentence, a light elbow hit his side, all three laughed merrily at this innocent joke.
"Good evening, Mr. Lambert." The brown-haired woman said confusedly.
"Dakota, why is it so formal? Just Adam." Said the man, shaking hands with the girl. "How do you like the party?"
"Loud music and a bunch of nice guys." All that is needed for a great life." This humorous answer made a proper impression on Adam, he wanted to ask something else, but he was distracted by another friends who, as soon as the singer turned in their direction, threw him one of the karaoke microphones.
"Everyone wants to hear your unmatched voice! You will not refuse guests, will you?"
"Well, since you ask ..." The brunette feigned thought. "I will sing you some singles from the new album."
Everything that happened next was as if in a fog. Alcohol and general joy pretty much conjured over the memory of many who were present in the house of Adam Lambert that evening. No one could tell exactly when the party ended and, most importantly, what.
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The brunet stretched on the bed, the pain went through the whole body in a wave, it felt like someone had hit him hard with something heavy on his head, his throat was drier than in the Valley of Death. He spread his arms on the bed, while accidentally hitting something or someone. Smiling dreamily at the fulfilled fantasies of yesterday's dancer, who, it seems, was called Jerry, Adam turned over towards the object of his dreams and, opening his eyes, stared at the figure in front of him. The good mood immediately vanished, as if it did not exist at all. For about ten more seconds he tried to fight the obsessive vision, but realized that it was a useless exercise. And only after that, a real shock was displayed on his face. The shock of the fact that next to him was not the guy that the singer had been thinking about all yesterday evening, but it was not a guy at all. Half a meter from Lambert, a dark blond girl was sleeping.