Hidden Truth (Trey Songz FanFic)

Four- The Bowery Hotel

"Mr. Uh Trey-"

Trey Songz interrupted the man running the front desk.

"Tremaine." He corrected him.

"Yes Mr.Tremaine sir your room is still secure and ready." He spoke clearly in a British accent. Sounding like something from a movie. How the fancy hotels always have British butles except this wasn't a movie and he wasn't a butler.

Three large men wearing black approached Trey Songz.

"These are your security guards." Trey looked puzzled. "Oh um word got out that you're staying here.

The man stretched out an arm and gestured towards a tv screen above his head. In bold letters across the screen it read, 'Star Trey Songz at The Bowery Hotel for the weekend.'

He had been there Wednesday, and Thursday night and nobody knew. Now the night of his concert of course they found out. It wouldn't be long before the hotel swarmed with teenage and older women.

"Dont worry sir. The hotel is covered in security. And we are shutting the hotel down after you're settled in."

Trey couldn't believe it.

Wow. Shutting down 'The Bowery' for me. Little old me. From a small town in Virginia, to having a whole hotel shut down because you were staying at it.

Trey made his way up to his room with the three security guards. Once in the elevator he pushed the number 2. He was only staying on the second floor. After pushing the number he stepped back into the middle of the elevator. With a security guard at his right and left and one behind him. When the doors opened he saw complete chaos.

People were throwing things into bags; hotel managers and workers directing people where to go. Trey tried to step out of the hotel but was pushed gently back inside. He managed to grab the arm of a passer-by and ask what was going on.

"You dont know? Well the hotel has requested everyone leave this floor to create more comfortable accomodations for you." He let go of his arm and the man continued on.

Trey drew his eyebrows together. He was used to being treated nicely and a little like royalty in certain places, but he felt for his level of stardom that this was overboard. He had put his suit back on when he left the concert arena and he smoothed down the front of it and straightened his tie. Again something he does when he gets nervous.

Another man wearing black approached him.

"Tremaine Neverson?" Trey Songz looked at the man. Why is he using my full name?

"Uh.. um yes. That's is me. And you are?"

The man looked at the three security guards around Trey.

"I am number 4." He said sounding serious. It wasn't until the other three began to laugh that Trey realized it was a joke. He managed to get out a slight chuckle feeling very unamused.

"Sorry just a little thing we like to do." Trey looked at the man with narrowed eyes. He brought a hand up to rub his chin.

"Yeah very funny. Can you just escort me to my room. Please."

Room 2A on floor 2

Once inside the comfort of his hotel room Trey began to relax a little. He sat down on the bed and loosened his tie.

Ok. Man. Relax. Think of all the money raised tonight for the organization. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock. He stood up and walked almost in slow motion to the door.

"Tremaine sir open up." He recognized the voice from the front desk. He sped up and opened the door.

"Ah you made it in safely." Trey ignored what the man said. He poked his head out and realized it was silent. The hustle and bustle that was buzzing when he had exited the elevator was no more.

"Is there a problem sir?" Trey shook his head. "Alright well Rufus and Chuck are going to stand here all night." He pointed to two security guards. Then he left and Trey Songz closed the door and locked it.

He took off his suit jacket and his watch. He rubbed the back of his neck and cracked it. He went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face.

If there's anything that will make you feel lonelier than an empty hotel room, it's an empty floor.

Trey wiped his face off with a towel. He dug into his suitcase for his black sweatpants. He took his shirt and pants off and then put on the sweatpants.

He walked over to the window and looked out. All this. Fancy hotels. Good food. Nice people, money, cars, and clothes. Yet I feel so empty. So lost. That girl I brought on stage tonight should have been no different from the thousands of other girls. But the way she touched me made me feel good. It made me want her to never stop. I think i'm ready to find someone. Except my team will never let that happen. This is showbiz and it's all about me being 'sexy and appealing' for the ladies. It's apparently better if i'm single.

Trey Songz got into the bed and pulled the covers up. He reached over on the nightstand and retrieved the remote control and turned on the tv. He began flipping channels when he came across one that was displaying a portion of the concert. To his delight it was the fan he had brought on stage.

'Fan shares an intimate moment with singer/songwriter Trey Songz on the stage of his benefit concert.' were the words in bold on the bottom of the screen.

Trey immediately sat up in the bed with his eyes glued on the girl. He got up from his bed and searched for his phone. When he got it from his pants he called his manager. The phone rang 3 times before he picked up.

"Aye you better be dying it's 3 am what do you want?"

His manager's voice sounded groggy like he had just been woken up. Trey started pacing back and forth in front of the bed rubbing the back of his neck, and then playing with the strings on his sweatpants.

"it's the girl.. the girl from the show. I need to find her. I"ve gotta find her."

His words were very airy and he sounded winded, almost out of breath. He stopped pacing and sat down on the bed. He picked up the remote and rewinded the tv back to the part where the girl was kissing his chest. Then he would let it play until they kissed at the end and then he would rewind it again.

"Trey. she's a regular girl. just like all the millions of other girls you've brought on stage. Don't call be with this nonsense. you're lucky a story hasn't come out about some backstage hookup. Now get some rest."

His manager hung up the phone and Trey let his arm drop lifelessly beside him. His phone plopped out of his hand onto the bed. He got up and walked over to the window again. I just want a girl. but it has to be that girl.