❝SHANTEY❞
𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝟭𝟭, 𝗦𝗟𝟯 𝗪𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗥
♪ That bitch fuckin' with yo bag ♪
Amanda's upbeat song "BAG" peeked through the on-stage speakers of the arena. The jumbo screen showed the retro VHS visual of Amanda—♪ Nigga, you goen run for ya money all ya life ♪—the live band's arrangement plays into her record "Fairplay" and the full crowd applauded. The lights start cutting on, releasing Shantey on the second story stage with her band. The songstress grinned, rocking a Angel Brinks rose pink, sparkly romper with high thigh white boots.
The screams were deafening, phone torches raised at her arrival.
"I think it's kinda funny," She sings into the custom black bedazzled microphone whilst strutting down each step. "You say things you don't mean, underestimate me, yeahhh."
She touched the main stage, crowd growing louder the closer she became. "I have always done right," she pointed the mic to the crowd.
"BY YA!"
The mic returns to her, "Said you're never gonna lie.."
"LIAR!"
"Shit gon' come around full cycle," she gestured a circle with her hand, "I flip the script on you. Sing!"
"TELL ME WHY YOU MAD!" The sold out audience sung the chorus with all of their hearts. "TELL ME WHY YOU HURT! BET YOU DIDNT THINK THAT THE TABLES WOULD TURN!"
"Yeahh! You gon' fuck around, I'ma do the same. How you like that karma, how you like that karma? Yeah, that's just fairplay!"
Shantey vocalized as she connected gazes with a gorgeous fan in the front. She start gyrating her hips, slowly moving down into a crouch. The gorgeous fan blushed, watching and recording the singer croon the second verse to her. "Do I got yo' attention?"
The fan nodded quickly at a smiling Shantey.
She sings, "Now I got your attention, lemme ask a question; did you learn your lesson did it go over your brain?" She points the mic to the fan.
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Lost One
General FictionBook #6 of The Love & Trauma series. The separation. The time apart. Two soul ties. Can they pull back in? Or has the years of love, hurt, and betrayal finally reached its breaking point?