(Just for the record I know Ariana loves her fan’s. I just did it for the purpose of this story)

Your name was Roy, and you were so excited to meet Ariana Grande. You meet her backstage, and said hi. Ariana gave you an annoyed look, and started to walk away.

You follow her she turns around. “Now look I’m not going to tell you this again beat it I’ve had a ruff day today, and I currently don’t need asshole fan’s like you talking to me.”

“Ariana I’m such a Big fan of your music I’m sorry I’ll just go.”

“I’m tired of your ungrateful fans I work my ass off, and I get mostly hate.” I start to walking away when a random stranger put something in my hand. Before I could even see who it was they were gone. It was a spell book with a sticky note on the front of it saying go to page 30. I go to page 30, and I say the magic words.

I all of a sudden found myself in Ariana’s dressing room. I stare at my new feminine hands she had some French fake nails on, and I looked into her dressing room mirror as well.

You couldn’t believe it the dumb spell book worked. You go back to where the spell book was, and you pick it up not wanting someone else to get it. You head back to her dressing room, and you were just in awe at what had just happened.

You start feeling her amazing tits up and down. “Oh your so getting Breast implants bitch” you say chuckling to yourself.

you kept hearing dings over off nonstop. You decide to look at her phone, and to you’re shock you knew her password.

“I guess I have her memories too cool” you reply.

You open up her twitter, and saw a tweet saying “I love all of my fans.”

You were fuming because you knew it was a massive lie. You had her memories you notice she lied about having a rough day it was all rainbows and sunshine for her today. Nothing bad happened to her this made you even angrier that she lied to you.

You wonder if you should tweet something negative to ruin her reputation, or just wait a little while first. Your manager called, and told you that you had a meet and greet tomorrow.

“Oh yeah sure” I’ll be there you smirk, as you hang up the phone. You then decide to go through her phone contacts. You see her friend Victoria Monet, and Nicki Minaj. You drooled at the thought of doing anything with either of her hot friend’s