Aw, but no, no. Let's all feel sorry for him because...
Behind his arrogant bravado, which including storming out on the no-talent shits in his No Direction boy-band, there's a cowardly little Pakistani with tiny falafel balls in his tawny hairless scrotum.
As the drama unfolds, he's apparently back together with Gigi Daddy-Got-Money Hadiddy-do, and she's ready to spread her legs and let him lick curry out of her shaved twat. Whatever it takes to get him strong enough to...face the public and sing his Allah-awful pop garbage.
Aren't they classy? He shows up somwhere with robot arms! He's afraid of Gigi's cooties?
He wants to be a Marvel comics Super-Paki hero?
They ARE a pretty UGLY couple. The dog-food colored complexions. The inane shit-eyed glowering. The dopey outfits. Inzayne can't wear a tie when he buttons his white shirt up to his chicken neck? Whore-bitch Hadid has to wear a see-through gown to remind everyone she's got a cunt?
What's with the metal top, Gigi-Bitch? Gotta make sure nobody cops a squeeze on those precious Pakistana ta-ta's that you bathe in tea every night?
The story is that Inzayne IS inzayne, and is suffering anxiety attacks.
Yes, we can sympathize, if he wasn't a talentless arrogant Paki twit.
According to PEOPLE (and I don't consider EITHER of these scarabs to be people):
"The former One Direction singer said on Twitter the "anxiety that has haunted me throughout the last few months around live performances has gotten the better of me..."
Titty Gigi to the rescue. She made public, of course, her insta-mewl to him:
"Z - I've seen the battles you go through and the way you fight to get to a place that allows you to get up there for your fans. Your bravery in those times makes me proud, but your honesty last night proved what you're all about, being real. You...have given your fans an opportunity to understand you better as a performer."
Uh, he's given his FANS the opportunity to feel sorry for him, and beg and face Mecca and PRAY that he'll once again strut around like Allah's gift to the world.
There's nothing "brave" about hanging with FOUR other assholes and singing crap for empty-skull twats to scream about. Was he "brave" when he walked out on them? Was he "brave" when he shoved his cock-holster Gigi in front of cameras to make a dirty rock video for his first single? Was he "brave" when he began touring and showing off how he could be bigger than his former bandmates?
NOW, for some reason or other, he's canceled a show. Well, GOOD for him. I mean it, his body and his mind (what there is of it) is telling him COOL IT. BACK OFF. Better to do that than do drugs and continue performing pointless gigs for morons.
Hadiddly tits concluded:
"We are all here to support you and make each experience easier. Your talent and good heart will never lead you wrong. Love you and so proud of you always :) xG."
So this whole thing turns out to be BIG PUBLICITY, as two Paki Potato Samosas sizzle in front of the media, begging for sympathy, praising bad music, and, eventually, giving a big smooch-and-wardrobe-malfunction in public.
He's crackin' up a bit? All he needs is a few nights slamming it up Gigi's had-dung hole. All he needs is to read his TWEETS from his zillion admirers. All he needs is to take time off and maybe do smaller gigs for MORE money. His brat-fans will pay whatever he wants.
Or, like most neurotics do, he can go get ANOTHER stupid tattoo on his stupid face.
Why didn't anyone notice that sticking tattoos on his face was a sign of insecurity and neurosis? Oh, right, it's acceptable to mutilate your skin, but if you miss a GIG, hooooooooooooey kaflooooey. (That's Pakistani for "Oy vey").
What's with these assholes who have to make EVERYTHING public, from exposing their genitalia on INSTAGRAM to TWATTERING and FARCEBOOKING every word? Why didn't Hadouche write to this jerk privately? Oh, yeah, she wants HER fans to see how cuntpassionate she is towards her poor little soggy Kofta ball.
Mylene, sing please:
"FUCK THEM ALL..."
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