Selfish ~ Trevor Jackson

Crossed That Bridge

When I got to Ellen's building, the receptionist (one I had met millions of times) directed me to the floor Trevor's dressing room was located on. Leanni was with Kat for a few hours because she was begging to go see her, so I was alone. Jumping with joy about the grand news I had for Trevor by myself.

Being away from Leanni always gave me a reason to appreciate the mannerisms she had that rubbed off on me. Chris tried to beat those out of me and thankfully there was some I could salvage from the ruin. I loved my baby girl though, being away from her for too long started to bring that Diva out of me.

I stepped off of the elevator and walked towards his dressing room. The hallway was swarmed with people, their lips buzzing like bees as they prepared for the show. Trevor went on in five and this was going to be a seriously big show for him because... Well... Come on, it's Ellen.

I knocked on the door that was labeled Trevor Jackson in sharpie and rocked back on my heels like a little girl selling Girl Scout cookies. My hands were tucked behind my back and I pressed my lips together eagerly as I waited for him or his hair stylist to open the door.

You know what's funny about being a musician, a dancer, director, or an actor? You have a hair stylist, even if you have less hair than Amber Rose. And you have a makeup artist, even if you're a dude. You have all these unnecessary things to make you beautiful, for no reason. Because think about it, they don't sign you if you don't have "the look", so you're already beautiful they're just going the extra mile to make other people want to look like you, dress like you, wear their hair like you, and even talk like you.

Because that shit sells records or movie tickets or whatever the case might be.

Remind me to find my makeup artist and my hair stylist another job working for someone who hasn't come to their senses yet...

The door swung open and Trevor's hair stylist opened it. He rolled his eyes at me and then rushed back to Trevor to finish edging up his hairline whilst I skipped over to Trevor with a large grin on my face.

"Hey what's up, babe?" Trevor smiled reaching his arms out for a hug. I leaned down, hugged him, and then planted a kiss on his cheek. He warmly smiled at me and clasped his hands together already knowing that I had something to say.

"So I met with my family and wow it's a long story," I said.

"I love you and I mean this in a nice way, can you shorten it? I have four minutes until I go on," he requested.

"Yeah, so basically my family and I made up and we're starting on a clean slate!" I exclaimed cheerfully.

His eyes grew wide and he smiled ear to ear before taking me in his arms again, "That's great! How do you feel?" I could honestly appreciate the moments when he looked into my eyes, genuinely caring about what I was saying to him and listening intently.

"I feel fantastic! Like a weight has been lifted! I just... It feels good to know that I've worked on all aspects of my life and now... I can work on us," I explained. He smiled whilst biting his lip and then kissed my forehead lovingly.

"I'm so proud of you," he said rubbing my back.

"Alright, Trevor, it's showtime," his stylist interjected.

"Break a leg," I whispered. I crashed my lips against his. He melted against me and sighed deeply before tearing our lips apart and running out of the room. I knew we weren't supposed to be touching but I couldn't help myself, he's so chocolate and he taps into an emotional part of me that makes me want him more than I usually do.

I decided to take a seat behind the producer and watch the show from his angle, just because if I sat any where else I ran the risk of being seen and taking the attention away from Trevor. He had performed his Co Co Remix acapella and Superman to get the crowd going.