𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬

27. Was it all a lie?

June 1st 1993

Movie premieres, interviews, performances, photo shoots, rehearsals, video shoots, fittings, album signings, etc. I'm handling at least 50 different things at once. Im handling it well but goddamn. The most stressful thing that I'm handling is tour. A world tour.

Completely different from Rhythm Nations 1814 tour that only lasted a few months this tour would be Diamond. The tour would start in November and end in April...of 1995.

I wouldn't be on tour consistently obviously im gonna take breaks here and there but uh im kinda fucked because not only am I doing tour but I might have also agreed to do another movie, my role would be minor I would only have a few scenes. I would also be filming another season of Martin...I'm kinda starting to understand why Kadeem says I'm overworking myself.

"Are you out of your rabbit ass mind?"

I smiled awkwardly.

"You putting too much on yourself, what are you gonna travel back here, film scenes, fly back out of the country the next day, perform, then come back the day after that?"

"I know it sounds like a lot-"

"It is a lot you're not gonna have a time for any breaks you could seriously do some damage working ya self like that."

"Well...I think you're being dramatic."

"Hey. Im serious, we're talking about traveling, learning lines, going through long hours on set, rehearsals for your shows, consistently singing and dancing, and don't even get me started on all these award shows-"

"Im doing my job!"

His face immediately changed from worry to fear "You're killing yourself."

My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open "Kadeem!"

"Thats too much shit on your brain it sounds like you'll barely have time to sleep. What are you doing all this for? To prove a point? To avoid something?"

I shrugged and threw my hands up. Im just working. He's making a big deal out of nothing.

"Don't give me that."

"Give you what?"

"You know exactly what you're doing and I wanna know why."

"Kadeem."

"Is it because of Prince?"

Why does everything have to be about Prince?

"Is it because you're trying to prove you're not where you are because of nepotism?" He continued on with his stupid questions.

Wait nepotism?

I scoffed "Nepotism?"

"You once told me that you work so hard to prove you aren't here because of your grandma."

"And I think I've done pretty damn well proving that, but that has nothing to do with my work now."

"So you're not stressing yourself out because people have been saying you're only here because of who your grandma is?"

I cocked my head to the side "I beg your pardon?"

"Oh...oh you don't know."

"How long have people been saying that?"

He bit his lip to stay quiet and shrugged. You lame fuck you can't say something like that and then go mute on me I started snapping my fingers and saying "Hello! Im talking to you! How long!?" To make him speak.