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Anne Mae's POV

Diana is pregnant. This is very shocking to me. I mean she's old & having a baby. You don't see that everyday. Michael was devastated when he found out about the news. He couldn't stop pacing around or crying. He was panicking like crazy. This is his first unborn child. I don't think he was prepared for all of this. It took me two hours to calm him down. We didn't even finish our song together. But this doesn't ignore the fact that they're divorced. He was abusing her. If I was her, I wouldn't let him near my child. He could only see it when its first born. What am I saying? I was just so memorized by his amazing voice. Its like a spell he casted on me. Am I falling for this man?

A hard knock disturbed my thoughts. I opened the door.

"Hey."

"Bobbi? What are you doing here?" I moved out of the way so she can come in

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"Bobbi? What are you doing here?" I moved out of the way so she can come in. She threw her purse on the couch.

"You heard the news?" She asked.

"Yeah, I can't believe it either."

"I'm so sorry, I know how bad you wanted to become a star there. I overheard Michael talking about it in his office" she said.

I frowned in confusion "what are you talking about?"

"The club is shutting down due to personal reasons. Of course, Michael has told you this, right?" She asked.

"N-no, I thought you were talking about diana being pregnant."

"Diana is pregnant?" She questioned. The sad look on her face made me confused even more. She sat down on the couch & huffed.

"Why is that so shocking to you?"

"There's something that I haven't fully told you" she said.

"About what?"

"I have a child" she said.

"Well of course, you told me that. What does that got to do with Michael?"

"Its his child" she confessed.

I gasped in shock. Is she seriously joking? Or just fucking with me right now? She had Michael's love child? "Does Diana know?"

"Nope, he made me swore to not say anything" she said.

"Wow" I leaned back on my couch. Diana is pregnant & Michael has a secret love child. This is all too much to handle right now.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know" she leaned back as well.

"This secret isn't gonna go on forever y'know. She's eventually gonna find out about it."

"I know" she said "the day she finds out about it will be the day we both die."

"What does that mean?"

"She's a crazy bitch" she said.

"So, I won't be working at the diamond club anymore?"

"I'm afraid not, I wanted to tell you before he does. Hell he'll probably try to sweet talk you into doing something else" she said.

I shook my head. I can kiss that dream goodbye then. It was fun while it lasted. Might as well go back to prince. The phone rang loudly making me get up lazily. I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Anne mae! Come down to the diamonds club its an emergency!"

"What kind of emergency?"

"A performance emergency. We need you to take place of another singer. She caught the sickness & won't be able to perform tonight" Diana said.

"Alright fine."

"What's the matter luv? You sound down?" She asked.

"Nothing, i'll be right there."

"Thanks boo" she said.

The line disconnected.

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"

Now anne mae, this is one of my own songs i've made over the past years" diana said.

"Okay."

"Are you sure your alright?" She asked again concerned about my dryness.

"I'm fine diana." I walked out on the stage. I turned my back against the crowd sticking my leg out of my cut-through black glittery dress with the mic in my hand. I motion my hand to cue the music.

If there's a cure for this
I don't want it
I don't want it

If there's a remedy
I'll run from it
From it

Think about it all the time
Never let it out of my mind
'Cause I love you

I've got the sweetest hangover
I don't wanna get over
The sweetest hangover

Yeah, I don't wanna get over
I don't wanna get
I don't wanna get over

I flipped my hair down & up to the beat. I swung my hips to the side then the beat dropped making a funky groove. The crowd is loving every bit of it. Today might be my last day here so I got to give a performance that everyone will remember.

Ooh, I don't need no cure
I don't need no cure
I don't need no cure

Sweet loving
(Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love)
Sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet loving
(Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love)

Don't call a doctor
Don't call her mama
Don't call her preacher


No, I don't need it
I don't want it

Sweet love, I love you
Sweet love, need love

If there's a cure for this
I don't want it
I don't want it

No, no
I don't want it
If there's a cure for this
I don't need it

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love

Goodbye, the diamond club.

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