Yeah, You're My Superstar || NBA || Kobe & Gigi || Completed

Epilogue: You Have Reached Your Final Deathstination

Very last chapter! But don't worry, there'll finna be a spin off sometime :) a slightly longer chapter this time, why not? Enjoy though.

✯ LA ✯

After Rock Bottom had eventually finished street dancing to their song, it was then time for Jhacari to rap his.

Club Superstar didn't always having singing guest acts or performers. Sometimes it was dancing as well— maybe even both.

"Give it up for Rock Bottom!" The announcer said— she was Fulani with lustrous wavy dip dyed blue hair. Very pretty.

Everybody had clapped for them, and next up was Jhacari.

Y'all know him
Y'all love him
Y'all will probably be surprised when you realise that he's here right now... but give it up for Jhacari!!!

Everybody had cheered for him, and Jhacari had gone on the stage.

Due to his depression, he had intense stage fright, but even before then he still had it. He wasn't very good in front of a large number of people.

Literally every single soul in the club was staring at him.

Someone had even asked him why he had deleted his Instagram, but he had just told him that that wasn't even important.

"Uhm, hey y'all. I'm Jhacari."

The clapping was mad.

Jhacari was actually really shy, he just didn't show it, plus one would have completely thought otherwise, due to him being an Instagram sensation.

When he still had Instagram anyway.

"Today imma be rapping about..."

Silence for five seconds.

Then the same thing happened for another five.

"You'll be rapping about what bro? Don't leave all of us hanging."

"Yeah. We don't like that!"

He sighed.

And when he had said death, everybody thought that he was morbid like crazy.