Still no Answers

"Where's Ted?" Kelsea's agent asked someone.

The man jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Control room, watching the feed from the Musgraves shoot."

"Kacey's here?" asked Kelsea.

"Yeah, come on." Her agent dragged her into a control room. The control room had a glass window that overlooked a studio where a video was being shot.

"Zoom in on her face," said one of the people sitting at the controls.

Kelsea saw a monitor and gasped at what she saw.

A song that Kelsea had never heard from Kacey was playing:

Golden showers give me bliss.
Golden showers make me hot.
Some girls like cum, some like snot
But for me, it'll always be piss

"Oh...my...god!" Kelsea pulled free from her agent and bolted. She ran out of the control room and down the hall until she saw a dressing room with the door open. She ran in and locked the door behind her.

She sat on a couch and put her head in her hands. "This is a nightmare," she muttered over and over and over.

She finally looked up. She saw a Louis Vuitton purse and recognized it as the one she bought Kacey for her birthday because it was personalized. She looked up and saw a poster of Kacey, dripping wet with ruined make-up and naked with her back to a bathroom wall kneeling between two urinals. The poster caption said: Kacey Musgraves: Golden Showers Slut.

Kelsea just shook her head. A minute later, there was a knock on the door. "Kelsea, let me in!"

Kelsea recognized Kacey's voice. She opened, the door and Kacey, totally drenched in piss, came in.