I ended the first hit off of my newest album 'Anti' walking towards center stage. The booming music was cut down, almost to the point of inaudibility. I started to speak.
"Tank ya sooo much fuh comin out," I chuckled, teasing the thousands of people in this arena that are supporting me right now, with my accent. "Much love to all of you," I looked down into the nearest crowd. Everyone's face was clearly visible, and the majority seemed pleased. I saw a few familiar faces too, Mel, my mom, Kanye was here looking like something mean. Even Young Thug's fine ass came through.
There was a young man next to him though, his demeanor was too familiar. I couldn't even try to figure out who he was though, he had on a yellow coat with the hood covering the majority of his face. I took a few more seconds while the music got louder to figure this guy out. I guess Thug caught me checking him out, because he tapped his seclusive friend and made him look up. He slowly lifted his head, only enough for me to see his eyes. They were thin, creepy. We made eye contact, and he cracked something like a smirk. I blew a little kiss at him, you know, fan encounters. He looked quite surprised, pretty much as if he wasn't sure of what to do, if anything, then bowed his head again.
"This last song is for you guys, enjoy." I spoke back into the mike.
I was good on my own, that's the way it was, that's the way it was You was good on the low for a faded fuck, on some faded love
I looked back into the crowd, looking for a pairs of eyes to lock with as I sung the lyrics to the last song of the night.
Shit, what the fuck you complaining for? Feeling jaded huh?
It was him, in yellow jacket. I caught his eyes again.
Used to trip off that shit I was kickin' to you. Had some fun on the run though I give it to you
But baby, don't get it twisted You was just another nigga on the hit list
I walked across the stage, glancing out into the dark sea of spontaneous little lights in the distance.
Tryna fix your inner issues with a bad bitch. Didn't they tell you that I was a savage, Fuck your white horse and a carriage
Bet you never could imagine Never told you, you could have it
Somehow, once again. I find myself singing to the mysterious guy the the jacket. I want to know who he is, what he's about. I want to talk to him.
•••
"Robynnnnn!" Mel cooed, smiling. I walked all the way off stage to meet her where she was. "You did aw- fuckin - mazing bestfriend." She spoke, engulfing me in a hug. We walked down a long hallway, that only got darker. By the time we got to the end, I was completely un-miked.
"I have a meet and greet right?" I asked a loud, hopefully the answer would come to me or maybe she would know.
"Yea, in 10.. So go get changed." Mel commanded. So she did know. We took the elevator to my dressing room, she sat on the couch in front of the television to watch God knows what. I went over to the main clothing rack to see what my stylist has left for me to where. There hung an all black satin piece. An off the shoulder type dress. I went to search for shoes in the mini closet to the left of the rack . I settled on a black pair of red bottom pumps.
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After getting dressed and making sure all was like it was suppose to be , I walked out of the changing room.
"Black or red?" I held up two lipstick containers for Mel to choose from.
"Hm," she rubbed her chin, "black."
•••
"Of course!!!!" I replied to an older teen, maybe 17 years old. She wanted to take a picture with me. An older woman, that could be her mom, they looked just a like , took the picture after I wrapped my arm around the girl. "Thank you so much for coming out tonight." I blew her a kiss as they walked away.
I looked up to see how long the line was. I peeped Thugger two spots away from the front, his friend, still covering his face, was next to him. I looked a little closer, he had a dark braid hanging out of his hood. My eyes went from his head, down to his feet.
I couldn't believe the shit I saw. He was wearing my pink Puma Creepers. Now don't get me wrong, I've seen plenty of people with them on today. And I appreciate the support, but there's just something about this guy.. He's wearing them right..
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I was so focused on this guy that I didn't even realize that there was a fan waiting to meet me.
"I am sooo sorry.. I wasn't paying attention." I told him honestly. I signed the viewable part of his blue Puma Creeper. "Much love baby." I informed, as I hugged him, he snapped a picture of us together, said thank you and left.
Next in line was Thuggie and his friend. Thug smiled at me and motioned for a hugged while his friend tried to slip away.
"Wait , come back right quick." I spoke to yellow jacket, while engulfed in Thug's arms. The guy stopped mid step and walked backwards towards us.
"Uh, okay?" That was a little weird. He turned around but held his head low. Thug looked at him and shook his head. "Why you keep ya head covered baby?" I gently tried to lift his head, but he turned away. Thankfully he turned away un-violently, if he had, he would've broken my whole nail.
"I'm too ugly." His voice boomed from under the hood. He lifted his arm, as slowly as he could, turned to Thug and placed his raised hand on his shoulder. Without a word, he left his hand there for a few seconds. Then he walked away.
