Still in the dressing room:
Voicemail: You have reached Fatima Wilson's number. Leave a number at the beep "beep"
Zac: Fatima this is the fifth voicemail I have left you. You are being mad childish with this leaving and not answering the phone shit. Where are you? call me back.
Zac hung up the phone, just as Montez and Asaad came walking in.
Asaad: Yo Zac you ready? Skye just got done.
Zac: no I'm not ready
Montez: why not?
Zac: one of my background dancers kissed me at practice earlier. When I told Fatima about it, she said I was being disrespectful to her. Then she left out the room slamming the door. Now she's not answering the phone.
Montez: what are you leaving out?
Zac: what?
Montez: Fatima is not the type to just storm off. She's also not just gonna say you're being disrespectful for no reason.
Asaad: Exactly
Montez: So what did you do?
Zac: The girl who kissed me was Bridget.
Montez throws his hands up.
Montez: This nigga man.
Asaad: Who is Bridget?
Montez: Some thirsty ass girl who likes him. Last tour, she told him she was feeling him. I thought you dead that shit.
Zac: I did and I thought she was over that shit since it was three years ago. I guess not.
Asaad: You hired her back?
Zac: Yea
Montez: Knowing you, you didn't tell Fatima about her until she kissed you. didn't you?
Zac: I didn't wanna get her upset over nothing.
Montez: And how do you think she's feeling now?
Asaad: Worse because you let shawty get too close to you.
Montez: Nah it's because he brought her back period.
Zac flopped on the couch.
Zac: Fuck. Ok I get it. I messed up, but she was the one who told me not to run from conversations. Now she the one doing it.
Asaad: She's probably out looking for the girl.
Zac: Nah she don't know who it is.
Montez: You never know man. These women are born with CSI skills now days.
Asaad: Forreal. It's like a genetic thing that's passed down from their momma.
Zac laughs
Zac: yall stupid.
"Knock knock"
Crew: Mr. Taylor they're ready for you.
Zac: Ok here I come. Now I gotta perform with this on my mind.
Asaad: hold on bro.
Asaad makes a call.
Kyra: hello?
Asaad: Hey babe. I see that you text me that you were leaving. you good?
Kyra: Yeah Fatima was ready to leave.
Asaad: Oh good so she's with you? Is she ok?
Kyra: Yea she just wanted to go to the hotel.
Asaad: Ok. That's all I wanted to know. Y'all be safe and call me when you get to the hotel.
