So Andre's draft party was split into three areas: the pre party, the after party, and the after after party. The pre party was kinda getting ready and making sure that everything was in place. Doing a little pregaming to relieve stress before the big day as well as keeping himself grounded. It was pretty much just Andre's closest friends and family that showed up. Got details on what was happening the rest of the evening and week, praying together before the big ceremony, and just hanging out. Then it was onto the actual draft. Of course Andre was there at the actual draft location. Only scrubs would skip out on being there. His father, mother, sister, brother, and 3 closest friends were at the table to hear Andre's name come off the commish's lips first. They got the call from Colorado and new it was a done deal where he was going. Then the moment hit. "With the first overall pick in the Season Five NSFL draft, the Colorado Yeti Select... CARLITO CRUSH!!!"
FUCK.
That wasn't Andre's name. The phone was slapped off the table in frustration. He new he was going #2 to the yeti, but the fact that he wasn't #1 still was eating at him. Head in his hands. Just disbelief. He got called second, but had a terrible fake grin on his face. Could not feel happy after what just happened. Draft concludes, and Andre heads to the after party. He wasn't feeling it and heard many condolences about going 2nd, but no one could really tell the difference, which made Andre even more frustrated. As he was leaving the after party for the after after party, Andre told the limo driver to just go back home.
He arrived home, took off his tux, stripping it to the floor as he walked to his bed room, fell onto his bed, and sleeped for 18 hours, until he heard somone wailing on his front door. Many thought he was dead, but that was the most sound sleep Andre has had in over 6 years.
FUCK.
That wasn't Andre's name. The phone was slapped off the table in frustration. He new he was going #2 to the yeti, but the fact that he wasn't #1 still was eating at him. Head in his hands. Just disbelief. He got called second, but had a terrible fake grin on his face. Could not feel happy after what just happened. Draft concludes, and Andre heads to the after party. He wasn't feeling it and heard many condolences about going 2nd, but no one could really tell the difference, which made Andre even more frustrated. As he was leaving the after party for the after after party, Andre told the limo driver to just go back home.
He arrived home, took off his tux, stripping it to the floor as he walked to his bed room, fell onto his bed, and sleeped for 18 hours, until he heard somone wailing on his front door. Many thought he was dead, but that was the most sound sleep Andre has had in over 6 years.
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