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Scenario:this story is in the year of 2025 and in los angeles and a story about lgbtqia and drama and nudity and seduction and and friendships and wild and sexual exploration and promiscuity and cliques and celebrities and adventures and groupies and rumors and news and police and homophobic and love and pop culture and pop music and freedom of speech and actions and my name is mohamed abdi i am born in denmark aarhus but i moved to los angeles this week after getting my american citizenship and i am 24 and bisexual and i have dark skin and i have piercings and tattoos on my arms and abdomen and chest and legs and i am a pop singer and songwriter and i sing about my experiences and sex and love and sexual and body freedom and i am known for my open and honest approach to sharing my emotions, particularly those that are often considered negative or taboo. i am an "oversharer," finding relief in talking about and writing about my experiences, even the difficult ones. my personality is described as candid, easy-going, and relatable, with a noticeable ability to balance the fast pace of my career with periods of quiet reflection and recharging. i also seems to have a strong sense of self, readily expressing my individuality and sexuality. i frequently discuss my mental health, including experiences with depression, and advocates for open communication about all feelings and i connect with my audience by sharing my vulnerabilities and experiences with emotional struggles, making my music feel deeply personal and resonant and i speak openly and honestly, even in interviews, which contributes to my approachable and down-to-earth persona. Despite my busy career, i seem to prioritize taking time for myself to recharge and find inspiration, indicating a healthy sense of balance and i am not afraid to express my individuality and sexuality, as evidenced by my music and my description of herself as a bisexual man and i am very open about my sexuality and body image
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Mohamed Abdi
He is a 24yearold pop singer and songwriter in Los Angeles. He is candid, outspoken, and freespirited. Mohamed moved to Los Angeles after receiving his American citizenship, seeking a fresh start and a faster career path in the music industry. He grew up in Denmark with a closeknit group of friends, including his best friend Kareem. Mohamed is openly bisexual, embracing his sexuality freely, often sparking attention and controversy. He has a penchant for adventure, enjoying wild nights with both men and women, including encounters with celebrity groupies. Despite facing drama and scandal, Mohamed remains focused on his music and career, prioritizing his artistic expression and connection with his fans.
Jared
He is Mohamed Abdi's manager, responsible for handling the business aspects of his career. He is pragmatic, reliable, and cautious. Jared cautions Mohamed about the implications of his public antics, such as his recent naked Instagram posts. Despite their differences, he respects Mohamed's talent and dedication to his craft. Jared works behind the scenes, ensuring Mohamed stays on schedule and deals with the practicalities of his rising fame. He often acts as a voice of reason in Mohamed's chaotic life, trying to maintain balance between Mohamed's artistic expression and commercial success.
Kareem
He is Mohamed Abdi’s childhood friend from Denmark, now living in Los Angeles. He is loyal, easygoing, and supportive. Kareem was part of Mohamed’s closeknit group of friends growing up in Denmark, and they remain one of the most important relationships in his life. Kareem shares Mohamed’s fondness for partying and enjoying life's pleasures, although he tends to be slightly more cautious than Mohamed. Despite living on opposite coasts, Kareem remains a constant presence in Mohamed’s life, offering him a sense of home and familiarity in their adopted city.
It’s the year 2025 and I’m Mohamed Abdi, a 24-year-old pop singer and songwriter living in Los Angeles.
I moved here a week ago after getting my American citizenship, which I got through my mom being born here.
It was easier and faster to get citizenship this way, rather than waiting on a green card for years.
Besides that, I wanted a fresh new start in my life.
My name is Mohamed Abdi,
I have dark skin and piercings on my ears, eyebrows, nose, and tongue.
I also have tattoos on my arms, abdomen, chest, and legs.
I am bisexual and not ashamed of it; quite the contrary.
I am very open about my sexuality and body, which sometimes causes attention and controversy.
The last few days I’ve been posting pictures of myself naked on Instagram, which have been deleted almost at once because of the nudity.
My manager Jared has already warned me about posting pictures like that.
In the music studio, I’m recording my second song.
The song is called "Talking Body" and it’s an upbeat, bold, and provocative dance-pop anthem that celebrates body and sex.
I’m singing in the booth, and as I sing, I can see the Virgin Music Group team in the other room looking at me with wide eyes.
I can tell that they’re surprised by my lyrics.
The song is very open about my bisexuality, and it’s not something you hear every day in a pop song.
When I’m done recording the song, I show them the cover of the song.
It’s a picture of me standing in front of a white wall, turned away from the camera, and I’m bottomless.
The team looks at me with even wider eyes now, and I can tell that they’re shocked by the picture.
"I don’t know if we can release this song," one of them says.
"It’s too explicit."
"I disagree," I say.
"This song is a celebration of body and sex, and it’s not something to be ashamed of. Besides that, it’s a great song that people will love."
The team looks at each other, and then they nod in agreement.
"Okay," one of them says.
"We’ll release the song. But there will be no radio play because of the explicit content."
I’m disappointed by their decision, but I understand it.
I upload "Talking Body" to Spotify, and it quickly becomes a hit. The song gets 20 million streams on Spotify in just a few days, which is enough for double platinum status.
I’m sitting in my apartment with Jared.
We’re planning the details for my upcoming performance at Avalon Hollywood.
We’re looking at headshots of potential backup dancers on Jared’s tablet.
"I want both male and female dancers," I say.
"It’s important that we represent both sexes in the performance because the song is about bisexuality."
"Okay," Jared says.
"But we need to make sure that the choreography isn’t too explicit. The club owners are conservative, and we don’t want to offend them."
"I understand," I say.
"But we can still make it sexy and provocative without being explicit. We can use some subtle moves and gestures to convey the message of the song."
"Okay, let’s see what we can do," Jared says.
He starts making some notes on his tablet while I start sketching out a rough idea of the choreography.
"I want to start with a slow dance routine with the female dancers," I say.
"We can use some sensual movements and poses to set the tone for the performance. Then, when the chorus kicks in, we can bring in the male dancers and add some more energetic and dynamic movements."
"That sounds good," Jared says.
"Okay, I like that," Jared says.
"I also have an idea for the performance. I want to flash the audience during the song."
Jared looks at me with wide eyes.
"Are you sure that’s a good idea? You know how conservative the club owners are."
"I’m sure," I say.
"It will be a great way to get the audience involved and excited. And it will fit perfectly with the lyrics of the song."
Jared sighs.
"Okay, but if you get in trouble, don’t say I didn’t warn you."
I smile and nod.
"Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing."
It’s Saturday night and I’m backstage at Avalon Hollywood getting ready to perform "Talking Body."
I’m wearing a black shirt and pants, and my hair is styled in a messy bob.
I can hear the crowd cheering and chanting my name as I wait for my cue.
When it’s time, I take a deep breath and walk out onto the stage.
The crowd goes wild, cheering and screaming my name.
I wave to them and take my place at the microphone stand.
The music starts, and I begin singing.
I can feel the energy of the crowd pulsing through me as I perform. The dancers join me on stage, moving in perfect sync with the music.
Each time we reach the chorus, I think about flashing the audience, but I hesitate.
The dancers move around me, their bodies undulating to the beat of the music.
As I reach the final chorus, my heart pounds against my chest.
The dancers move closer, their bodies pressing against mine.
It’s the perfect distraction, and my fingers find the hem of my black shirt.
I glance over at the club owners, who are watching from their booth near the bar.
Their faces are already tense from the suggestive choreography.
The bass drops, and in one fluid motion, I lift my shirt over my head, revealing my tattooed torso to the crowd.
Their shocked gasps quickly turn into wild screams and whistles.
Phones flash everywhere, capturing the moment.
Standing shirtless on the Avalon Hollywood stage, I run my hands over my exposed tattoos, never breaking eye contact with the front row.
The dancers press against me from both sides, their hands sliding over my bare skin.
My voice grows stronger with each note.
Phones light up the darkness like stars.
Security guards shift nervously near the exits, but I ignore them, focusing instead on the young faces beaming up at me.
The bass thrums through the floorboards as I drop to my knees at center stage, arching backward while belting the final notes.
Jared rushes to my side as the last note fades, his face a mix of exhilaration and concern.
"That was insane!" he shouts over the roar of the crowd.
"But you know they're going to have a field day with this."
After the show, I head to Bootsy Bellows, a popular nightclub in Hollywood.
My friends are waiting for me in the VIP section, and they cheer as I walk in.
Kareem, my childhood friend from New York, gives me a big hug.
"Man, that was crazy," he says.
"I watched it on Instagram Live. You're going to be all over the internet tomorrow."
I smile and take a seat at the table with my friends.
We order a bottle of champagne and clink our glasses together in celebration.
The music is loud and pulsating, but we can still hear each other talk.
Zara is an indie filmmaker who has made a name for herself with her unique style and perspective.
Marcus is a tech entrepreneur who has launched several successful startups.
Jade is a rising pop star who has just released her debut single.
We all share a love for music and art, and we support each other's passions. "So, how was your trip to New York?" asks Zara.
"It was amazing," I reply.
"I got to see my family and friends, and I even performed at a club in Brooklyn."
"That's so cool," says Jade.
"I've never been to New York. I want to go someday."
"You should come with me next time," I say.
"It's an amazing city."
Marcus pulls out his phone and shows us his latest app launch.
"It's called 'SoundWave,'" he explains.
"It allows users to create their own music playlists based on their mood and preferences."
"That sounds really cool," says Zara.
"I'll have to check it out."
Zara pulls out her phone and shows us some clips from her upcoming documentary about the music industry.
"It's called 'The Beat,'" she says.
"It explores the lives of musicians and the challenges they face in the industry."
"That sounds really interesting," I say.
"I can't wait to see it." The music changes, and Jade's new single comes on over the speakers.
Jade grins, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"That's my song!" she exclaims, leaning in closer.
Kareem raises his glass, nodding toward her. "You're next on the stage, Jade. Ready for your own wild moment?"
Feeling buzzed from the champagne and riding high on the club's electric atmosphere, I get up from my seat and weave my way through the crowded VIP section.
The music thumps through my chest, and I make my way to the DJ booth.
I grab the microphone from its stand, drawing curious stares from nearby tables.
Turning back to our group, I lock eyes with Jade, who is mid-conversation with Marcus.
She freezes when she sees me raise the mic to my lips, her expression shifting from confusion to nervous excitement.
The DJ notices my movement and gradually lowers the volume of the music.
The clubgoers turn their attention to our corner of the room, sensing something is about to happen.