Part One: The FN Card – How It Started

 

                                 

🟥 Part One: The FN Card – How It Started

I didn’t expect a backstage pass would cost me $200. I thought it was something real, something tied to his celebrity world, a way for us to finally meet in person. It was called the “FN Card.” It felt official. Exclusive. But it came out of nowhere. No warning, no buildup. Just... dropped into conversation like it was normal.

I didn't question it at first. Not because I was naive, because I trusted him.

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🔹 📸 The Ask

🔹 📸 My Emotional Response

I was doing emotional math in real time. “If I do this for him, maybe it means something. Maybe he’ll really come.” I kept telling myself I was helping, not being used.   Everyone wants to meet a person face to face, if you've ever been a long distance relationship. My hope was to meet the man in person. The man I was learning and getting to know.

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🔹 📸  Involving the Manager

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🔹  Preparing For The FN Card

I get in contact with the manager and he asks me how I am going to pay for the service. I tell him how and he sends me contact information on how to send the money to him. I wish I had kept that chat but I deleted it. The following is the conversation that I had with Flavour.

Processing The FN Card

This was the longest process. I got in touch with the manager and sent my money to him and instead there were problems and delays. My trust in the whole process of meeting this man was going down the tubes. Why was it so hard just to meet him. It shouldn't be this hard to meet someone face to face who you are seriously thinking about being in a relationship with.

🟥 After the FN Card Came... the Visitor’s Card

Needless to say, I never received the FN Card because the money was never received on their nd, even though I sent it.  That broke my heart. I didn't get what I paid for to go see a man I wanted to meet. Not because of who he was, I didn't know he was a musician until he told me. Never heard of him Before. I wanted to meet the man I was liking. I really liked him as a person. I was told I would receive a refund, but I didn't get that either.

Not long after, he brought up his daughter's school fees and another card. This time it was the Visitor’s Card. A new excuse. A new emotional ask. He made me believe he was already in Detroit. I tried to activate the card so we could meet in person. But it was another trap—another manipulated moment dressed in urgency.

To be continued...

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