Dark Withdrawals (boyxboy)

Another Repeat

I haven't seen nor spoken to Drake since last night. It's like he disappeared or something, but I'm not tripping. I came to the conclusion that we should probably stay away from each other, due to the fact that I can't put everything I've built over the years on the line for whatever that was that happened last night. We spend most of the day running through the show, trying to correct the tech issues that usually occur during the first show. So far, all the acts made it through without a single issue. I did a few vocal warm-ups in my dressing room, before heading stage left and waiting for Drake's set to be over. Peeping the audience, I could tell it wasn't a mistake to have him along my side as a headliner. People were really feeling him, but it was hard not to. I had to admit, dude was dope on and off the stage.

"OVO till the death of us! Hope you all enjoyed the show, thank you." he finished his set, the lights blacking out on cue. He ran past me, murmuring a quick "good luck" before rushing to his dressing room. I didn't bother to respond, taking my place on stage while the fog machine concealed me from the crowd and my nerves kicked in. It doesn't matter how many times I do this, I always get nervous.

"How many girls in here can run it?" I spoke into my headset, smirking as the audience erupted into fits of screams. I waited patiently for my DJ, Drew, to drop the beat, but it seemed longer than it was in rehearsal. Of all the times this could have happened, why during my set? I shot him a look and noticed he was frantically trying to fix something. The audience started calming down, making me grow nervous again. My first instinct was to improvise something, but Drew held up a finger like he almost had it covered. Back off stage, I could see everyone running around trying to figure out what was going on, making me slightly frustrated. I was seconds away from just doing this set acapella, until the sound of screams made its way into my ear again.

"Okay, check it check it check it out, it's Drizzy once again, stepping stepping stepping out," Drake rapped, entering from the other side of the stage. I was shocked for two reason. One, he actually knew the verse. He just replaced his name in it. And two, he's saving my ass from possibly getting booed.

By the grace of God, the beat dropped as soon as he got finished, officially starting off my part of the show. I'm going to have to thank our management team for this. The rest of the show went smoothly, and I honestly got overwhelmed by the love and support my fans show. They knew every lyrics and never missed a beat. It's like nothing ever changed when it came to their loyalty.

"Yo! Thank you to everyone who came out tonight. I hope you enjoyed the show, because I know I had a great time. I love each and every one of you. Thanking God for you everyday," I smiled at the full arena, noticing some girls crying in the pit closest to the stage. I walked up to them and grabbed one of their phones, taking a photo with them, before walking back off stage, waving at everyone.

"Chris! You shut the down, kid!" Mike exclaimed. This dude was super hyped. I laughed at his childishness.

"Thanks Mike. I almost forgot how hot those damn lights are! A nigga is sweating heavy. Oh and I thought I was about to have to pull some tap dancing shit outta my ass at first," I joked.

"Yeah, Drew's soundboard malfunctioned. We've already ordered him a new one, but thank God for Drake, huh?" he asked, walking with me to my dressing room.

"Who's idea was that, anyways? I figured it was yours, since you can't stand you see your boy struggling," I questioned, stopping in front of the door.

"Nobody, from what I understand. He just did it on his own. I think one of the other kids went to go tell him what was going on or something." I didn't even know what to say, honestly. The dude basically came to my rescue on his own free will, before my managers could even think of a plan.

"So you were just going to let me suffer out there?" I asked, trying not to get upset.

"Chris, you know as well as anyone else does, that things happened all of the time. It can't always be perfec--"

"Okay, Mike. Imma get cleaned up. Thanks," I dryly replied, stepping into the room and stripping out of my sweat drenched clothes.

After taking a shower and freshening up, I took a few minutes to chill scrolling through my phone looking at all the comments about the tour until there was a knock.

"Yeah? Who is it?" I called out.

"Drake," he spoke, making me tense up. I still want to ignore him and forget about last night, but I know it would be damn near impossible to avoid him during the whole tour. Especially since we're using the same bus. I sighed and threw on a pair of sweats, not even bothering to get a shirt or even underwear, before I opened the door.

"Mind if I?"

"Yeah, yeah sure," I stepped aside, letting him in.

It was silent, him on the couch, me just standing there looking aggravated.

"First night wasn't so bad, huh?" he asked, in an attempt to break the ice.

"It was interesting. Thanks for doing what you did out there," I said, getting that shit over with, "I appreciated it."

"Nah, it's straight. That Jawan kid came rushing by saying the show was about to be over, so I went to go see what the hell he was talking about. I couldn't let the best act not at least do one song," he smiled, making me smile. That shit is contagious.

"Word? I guess I should thank his little ass, too. You think I'm the best act, but you giving a nigga a run for his money, huh?" I joked.

"What you talking about fool?" he laughed.

"You shut that shit down. I mean, I was starting to think I should have went before you," I admitted.

"Chris, stop. You dance and sing. It doesn't take much for me to walk around saying words, but what you do takes skill," he said sincerely. I hated this. I hate how easy it is to talk to this dude, even if I don't want to. I'm going to tell him.

"We need to talk about last night," I sighed, noticing his expression growing cold.

"We made a mistake, so what? I'm not tripping, if you ain't. Shit was mostly my fault, anyways," he spoke nonchalantly.

Again, I didn't know how to respond. How can he easily just erase shit like it never happened. Shit like this makes me feel like I'm truly disposable. First Rihanna chumped my ass off, my mom distanced herself from me, Michael ain't fucked with me in weeks, and now this kid. I know I wanted to cut him off, but we could at least be friends. It's like I don't mean shit to anyone, and it's starting to get to me.

"Okay," I simply stated, concealing my emotions.

"Alright, well there you have it. Once again, swept under the rug" he smiled again, standing up. I don't know if I should feel disrespected or not, so I'm going to chill.

"Guess I'll see you on the bus, then..." I trailed off, also standing up. He walked to the door and turned around, staring at me for a moment.

"Why do you always do that?" I questioned, noticing how much this dude really stares at me. It's borderline creepy. He just chuckled and walked out without answering me.

I let out a frustrated sigh and prepared for the long bus ride to the next city.