He loves me not.

Come see about me.

It's been two weeks since the party and I've done nothing but lounge around Florida. I was going to only stay a week, but I decided to take a mini vacation before hitting the stage again.

Florida was nice though. The people were weird as hell, but I enjoyed the nice weather and festivals they had down here. Last week I went an 'underground' party which was filled with nothing but teenagers and few weird adults. I didn't get a kick out of that one. I left after they began asking me for free features. Most of them couldn't rap to save their lives.

Now I was I laying around in my hotel room looking for something to do. I heard about concert down in Lauderhill. It was about a 45-minute drive from my hotel, so it wasn't too far. I needed some last-minute fun before I got on my flight tomorrow. Maybe I could have me a little night of passion. After they signed an NDA of course. I couldn't handle another scandal. Especially after my last relationship ended in me getting jumped by every media outlet. I swore off dating after that because not only did I not have the time, but the media loves to be involved in every aspect of my life.

Not wanting to sit around any longer, I slid off the oh so comfortable satin duvet and walked over to my temporary wardrobe. I skimmed through some gala worthy dresses and settled on a simple body con dress. It may have sounded simple, but it was a 13-thousand-dollar Fendi dress. Well at least for people in my tax bracket, it was simple.

I was just about to head out when I got a FaceTime from Jasmine. I clicked accept and grabbed my purse while heading towards the door.

"Hey boo!" She shouted excitedly. From what I could tell from her blurry appearance on the call was that she was at a party. Very typical of her.

"Hey, you caught me just as I was leaving," I smiled at the camera and looked up briefly to avoided bumping into one of the cleaning ladies.

"Oooh where to, I would have gone!"

"Some little concert down in Lauderhill, I think it's for underground rappers."
Jasmine dramatically rolled her eyes and laughed.

"SoundCloud rappers?" She snickered and waved to someone off camera.
"Don't drink the Kool-Aid girl."
I rolled my eyes and ended the call after saying bye. The girl had no filter.

I got to the venue in an hour thanks to the traffic. Florida folks couldn't drive for shit. I could only imagine what rush hour was like.
I pulled up the valet parking and handed my keys over to one of the drivers.
"Don't scratch my shit." I threatened him. Probably a bitch move on my case because he seemed to already be having a bad day. I should really try to be nicer to folks.

The place was packed with wild ass people with crazy colored hair and tattoos. I felt like I was in a room with those 5-dollar neon fish from Walmart. As soon I stepped through the doors they started swarming.
"Oh my god!"
"Bitch that's Charmaine!"
"Bruh I gotta get this on Snapchat!"
I stopped and smiled for a few pictures and hugs, but I got overwhelmed quick and one of the guards ran over to help me.
He guided me to one of the back rooms and told me to wait back there until it was clear.
I loved connecting with fans but having phones shoved in your face and people trying to grab on you wasn't my cup of tea.
I guess the room I was in was supposed to be a makeshift lounge room. There was a medium sized leather couch and chairs scattered about. There were two poles in the middle of the room– strip poles I imagined. Then by the walls was bottle of Hennessy and Bacardi. Not only that but it was dimly lit. I couldn't see for shit and relied on the LED lights to see what was in front of me.
I sat stiffly on the couch and waited for them to come get me. I cringed just thinking about what went down in here. It reminded me of the room for the press party.
I felt like I was in a casting room. Maybe it was the couch making me feel that way because of all the holes and scratches.
The Hennessy on the table was staring to look pleasing and I got up to grab me a sip. Right as I grabbed a cup the door swung open and 2 lanky boys barged in.