❛. 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑨 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫 ⸻ ɴᴡᴀ . ❜

First show

"Are you nervous?" I asked cube as I watched him. "Why would I be nervous?" He asked as we connected eyes together through the mirror. I smiled as I went back to feeling my hands through his hair.

"You get like this." I mummbled. "Get like what?" He asked.

"You get so self centered and off. I mean, you told your own hairstylist to not touch you...that's gotta mean something." I giggled as I recalled cube shooing the girl away and asking me to take over. I felt bad for stealing her job but she had to do eveything to make her clients happy even if it meant not doing it.

Cube sighed under his breath as he looked back down to his desk. "Hey hey." I whispered as I leaned foward putting down the brush I had in my hands. I leaned back before i turned him around in the spin chair.

I stopped it in front of me as we were face to face in this tight room along. "What's wrong babe?" I asked him as I tried my best to be a comfort for him.

"I'm so tired. I didn't think we had a two hour set...shit I thought it was atleast shorter than that."

"Well is it usually that the show is longer? I mean you guys had other records that weren't on the album."

"I know I know." 

"I'm just so stressed out max. I'm writing all this shit and gotta perform half of it." He disclosed wiggling around in his chair. He scanned me for a second before he looked off.

"You gotta go on babe. It's not like you can skip the show and keep the others hanging." I tried to bring up h reasonable things that could convince him to have a smile on his face, but once I mentioned the guys he seemed more annoyed. He was getting tired of him and I couldn't blame them.

They acted more childish then him and he was the kid here along with me. It wasn't like he had a say. He would be been seen as a reason of responsible for their failure of this tour and I know cube wasn't being labeled as a failure for the world. He promised his parents he wouldn't.

He needed to prove to everyone. He knew he wasn't one and so he worked. But to one of these nights, things were different, he was stuck and he was tired.

I put my hand on his shoulder giving him a look. Cube only shook his head though, he rejected my confinement.

"I'm not going on." He refused.

"The boys are counting on you. You can't leave them hanging. I thought you were going to be excited about this?" I asked.

"Yeah until they gave me that strong ass weed. Now I just feel...fucking paranoid."

"You smoked some of mc's shit?" I asked as I was confused on when he did it. On the ride I barely show him engaged with it. But now with him telling me, I was greatly mistaken.

"You smoked it?" He questioned me as he seemed shocked himself. "He convinced me. It was only one hit though. I didn't know you took any of that."

"I was nervous... he told me it would help." He excused. "Well. Clearly it didn't work.." I finsihed off with resulting to the state he was in now. Some results of some high ass weed we took from his dumbass. Never again.

I sighed to myself as I thought to myself. I wondered what I could do to get him out such a mood like this. What could I do to excite me. To make him get up on that stage with only but nothing else on his mind.

Me and cube looked at each other. Our eyes lingered at another as we accepted what was about to occur. "Max?" He whispered in my name as I began to move closer.