(Saturday, August, 16th, 2011)
Today is Marshall's show in New York, and since we are starting to get back on good terms he wants me to come with him to perform. Marshall want's me to perform Numb, and Love The Way You Lie. I put on pants with flames on them, a crop top, and white boots for my appearance. Marshall, of course is wearing cargo shorts, Nike Air Maxes, and a white tee.
The music starts playing, flames go up on the screen, and the crowd goes crazy. I smile while still standing backstage.
"Ladies, this one's for you" Marshall says, and that was my queue to come on stage. I come out on stage, and the crowd screams at the top of there lungs. I'm kinda nervous, but I'm able to shake it off.
"Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie" I sing into the mic
"I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight
High off her love, drunk from her hate,
It's like I'm huffing paint and I love her the more I suffer, I suffocate
And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me
She fucking hates me and I love it.
"Wait! Where you going?"
"I'm leaving you!"
"No you ain't. Come back."
We're running right back.
Here we go again
It's so insane cause when it's going good, it's going great
I'm Superman with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane
But when it's bad it's awful, I feel so ashamed I snapped
Who's that dude?
"I don't even know his name."
I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength" Marshall raps, and we jump around on stage together. It's gonna be a good night.
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"Aight if you guys know this song imma need you to help you to sing this one" I say into the mic, and the music for Numb starts playing.
"Ecstasy... in the air
I don't care, can't tell me nothing
I'm impaired, the worst for wear
Cause...
I'm going numb, I'm going numb
I'm going numb, I'm going numb
I'm going numb, I'm going numb
I'm going numb, I'm going numb
I'm going numb, I'm going numb..." I sing, and the crowd sings along, especially the girls in the crowd. I sing the rest of the song then Marshall starts running, and jumping around the stage when his verse comes up.
"I'm plastered, dry wall
Look me in my eyeball
Do I look high? no..
I love the way you lie girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come here dear, I'm trying to get closer to you
I'm motioning you to pull over you boo
I'm the siren that you're hear, hear
I'm the butt police, and I'm looking at your rear, rear, rear" Marshall raps, and dry humps the air. I shake my head in disappointment, but I laugh.
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After I finished with my appearance I left to let Marshall, and Jay do their thing. Drake was actually in New York as well, he had a bunch of interviews to do here earlier. I told him to come down to the hotel everyone's staying at for the tour so we can talk about my mixtape release on the twenty fifth.
About an hour or so later Drake got to the hotel, and we sat in the game room in a booth. A bunch of papers were scattered over the table, while we were talking.
"So after I perform I Don't Fuck With You, you should do The Motto" I say, as were working on a setlist.
"How bout charged up?" Drake asks.
"Even better" I say, and write it down. So far the setlist is looking pretty good.
Out Of My Mind
Dangerous Woman
I Mean It
I Don't Fuck With You
Charged Up
"Damn I wish Wayne was able to come, but how about do Only after Charged up?" Drake suggests, and I nod my head.
"Sounds like a plan" I say, and write it down.
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"Wanna play skee-ball?" I ask, after we finish the setlist for the show.
"Sure" Drake says, and we get up from the little booth we were sitting at.
"I bet you I'll bet you" I say with confidence.
"Yeah right" Drake says.
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After playing three games, I did win all three of them. I'm the boss at skee-ball. Anyways though, Drakes leaving he has to do some more interviews tomorrow, and I don't wanna keep him too long making him late tomorrow.
"See ya the twenty ninth" I say, and give him a hug.
"See ya. Tell Em I said hi" Drake said, and walked out of the hotel doors. As I was about to walk up the stairs to go up to my room I see Paul, walk through the front door with security. Along with him was Royce, D12, Beyoncé, and Jay. They were all taking about the show, and Paul called me over.
"Hey, was that Drake that just left?" Paul asked me.
"Yeah, we were talking about mixtape release setlist, since he's the only feature I wanted his opinion" I said.
"Marshall's out there talking to him" Paul says, and gives me a worried look.
"Oh shit" I said, and walked outside.
"What that fuck were you-" Marshall started to say, but then saw me.
"Marshall we didn't do anything! You can check the fucking cameras if you don't believe me. All we did was talk about the mixtape release, leave him alone" I said, and gave Drake a handshake, hug then he was off.
"Are you lying?" Marshall asked, as soon as Drakes car pulled out of the parking lot.
"No!" I said annoyed, and walked inside.
"I love the way you lie" Marshall says with an annoying chuckle.
"I thought we were good Marshall, I really did. Check the cameras, if you think we fucked" I said, and walked to my hotel room annoyed.
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