Chapter 37

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"Are you ready ma'am ?" my hairstylist asked me. I just simply nodded with a smile on my face. I ran a hand through my newly ombre straight - wavy hair. I had changed my hair and also my style, I'm not that tomboy - ish now.

I am wearing a gray oversized sweater that ends between my thigh with my black leggings, paired with my boots. I don't really have a specific reason for my change, I just wanted to change. That's all.


"You're on in 5 !" The camera man says. I breathed heavily and closed my eyes. This is for my brothers. I walked in the stage and the crowd started to cheer. I have been on a few different places in my tour. Touring is fun, I love going to different places and meeting fans.


"How is everybody ?!" I yelled through the mic. The crowd's cheers were filled with 'I'm fine, how are you, I love you.' They don't fail to make me smile.


"That's good that you're all fine. So, I'm gonna do a a cover of Reflection by Fifth Harmony." My acoustic guitar was handed to me, I put it on by the strap. I smiled before singing.


"I must confess

You lookin' fresh

Yep I'm impressed

Go head and flex

Everybody be hatin' the way that you stealin' the show

'Cause, ooh, you be killin 'em  just like Little Terio


Ooh, you can get it

Anything you want

And can't nobody

Ever tell you no

Don't need no filters on pictures

Before you post 'em on The Gram

You can shut down the internet they don't even understand


Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

They don't make 'em quite like you

No, no, ooh, ooh, ooh

It ain't braggin' if you know it's true.


Ooh, where you from

Must be heaven

You'd be rich if looking good was your profession

Think I'm in love, 'cause you so sexy

Boy, I ain't talkin' about you, I'm talking to my own reflection


I'm talkin' to my own reflection

I'm talkin' to my own reflection

Boy, I ain't talkin' 'bout you, I'm talkin' to my own reflection

I'm talkin' to my own reflection

I'm talkin' to my own reflection

Boy, I ain't talkin' 'bout you, I'm talkin' to my own reflection.


Why you think I'm puttin' on my favorite perfume?

Why you think this dress so tight that I can barely move?

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