Black Celebrity One-Shots (2000s)

Lovers and Friends (pt. 2)

A week had passed, and my leg had healed enough for me to return to intense rehearsals. Mya and I had grown even closer, though I wasn't sure what was happening between us. I didn't want to pressure her, so I kept my distance.

As rehearsals progressed, I noticed that Mya and Pink seemed to be growing further apart. It was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain a friendly relationship between the two.

One day, after finishing up my part of the practice, I decided to check on Mya in the next room. As I approached, I could hear raised, angry voices coming from inside Pink's room. I hurried over and opened the door to find Mya and Pink in the middle of a heated argument, hurling insults at each other.

"You can't dance for shit, you pale ass bitch!" Mya snapped back.

Before I could intervene, Pink swung a fist at Mya, aiming for her face. Mya swiftly dodged the punch, then tackled Pink to the ground. She straddled Pink's waist and began to unleash a barrage of furious punches on her face. Pink shrieked in pain and outrage, her face quickly becoming a bruised and bloody mess.

The other dancers rushed over, trying to pull Mya off Pink and defuse the situation. I grabbed Mya's arm, helping to separate the two. As we moved out of the room, I struggled to hide a grin, stifling a laugh.

"You ain't have to hit her like that," I joked. "What happened?"

Mya cracked a small smile, shaking her head. "Usher, this isn't funny."

"I know, my bad. But foreal, what made you go off like that?"

Fuming, Mya replied, "It's been building up for a while now. You know Pink and I never got along, but today she crossed the line. She's been making more snide comments and still trying to mess with me for weeks, and I finally had enough. She started spreading rumors about me sleeping around, and when I confronted her, things got heated."

I put a hand on Mya's shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. "You shouldn't have given her the satisfaction."

Mya sighed, her anger subsiding. "You're right. I shouldn't have stooped to her level. But she had it coming after the shit she said."

I chuckled, squeezing her shoulder gently. "Well, I think she learned her lesson. Maybe now she'll keep that big mouth of hers-"

Just then, the choreographer came storming over, his face red with anger.

"What in the hell is going on here?!" he bellowed.

We tried to calmly explain the situation, but he waved off our excuses. "I don't give a damn who started this nonsense. Fighting will not be tolerated under any circumstances. Mya, you're dismissed for the remainder of the day. Get out of my sight!"

Mya opened her mouth to protest but thought better of it. She went inside, grabbed her things, and left without another word. I decided rehearsal wouldn't be the same without Mya there, so I told the choreographer I was leaving too.

I met up with Ludacris and Johnta later that day at Ludacris's massive house, where we often hung out. Johnta and I pulled up to his place at the same time, making our way up the winding stone pathway to ring the bell. The heavy oak door opened, and there stood a stunning woman I recognized as a video vixen but had never met personally. Her full lips curved into an alluring smile.

"Come on in," she said warmly, inviting us inside.

She led us into his expansive living room where Ludacris was deep in conversation with two more impossibly beautiful women enveloped in his arms. At our entrance, the women excused themselves, sashaying from the room with suggestive glances over their shoulders.