F o r e w a r n i n g.
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Tomorrow night was the big night. The 1996 Grammy Award show was tomorrow night. This night would be of the many nights you've performed and was nominated for an award. Your third studio album, Free, was nominated for best song and best album, along with you being nominated for female artist of the year and r&b artist of the year. If you won both or even one award, you will have earned 15 Grammy's in under 4 years of being in the business. For your first album, you was able to snag 7 out of the 8 Grammy's almost tying with the King of Pop himself. The second album, emotions, you took home 4 out of the 4 you were nominated for. Let's just say you are very lucky when it comes to receiving awards for the songs on your albums. The Grammy committee wanted you to perform your nominated song Love Will be Waiting At Home. You couldn't agree more, it was a very romantic and lovely song. And no it was not written about anyone, but by one of your closest friends Babyface.
Loveiswaitingforyou
"whew" you breathed out while taking a step away from the microphone stand,"hey Phil, what time is it?".
You asked reaching down for your bottle of water at your feet. You watched intently as Phil, one of your background singers, looked down as his wrist for the time on his watch. Sighing as the cool wet sensation races down your throat satisfying you in every way possible.
"It's 10:09," Phil replied looking back up at your face.
"Okay, so our time slot is over at 10:30" You spoke into the microphone so everyone on the stage would be able to hear you,"I think we should do the song one more time and then we can all go home".
Everyone nodded their heads.
"Before we start. Janise you was a little flat at the end, try pushing that note out a little more. Q, look for the signal from Marc to do the do-dodo-do-do. Um who else am I missing?" Your eyes scanned over your band to make sure that you didn't miss anyone, "I think that's it".
You turned around a gripped the mic, getting into position.
"Alright hit it" You spoke into the microphone.
The slow intro the song started off smooth.
"Man when I tell you that bitch had the fattest ass I've ever seen" This loud ass voice came from the right side of the stage.
You held your hand up stopping the band from playing any further.
"Um, excuse you" you looked to where the noise came from, a group of hoodlums walking onto the stage.
Smack dead in the middle my favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur. He was even finer in person.
"My bad lil mama. We didn't mean to interrupt your practice" Tupac looked you up and down, biting his full lip,"but uh you in my time slot".
