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5

Gotta Go

As the VMA's are approaching, I start to get nervous.Tonight I'll be performing Turn Up The Music.

Now I don't really mess with award shows all like that, too many fake people trying to use you for a chorus, or they keep saying "Chris!! I'm such a big fan! I love your album I listen to it all the time!" Then when you performing on stage they sit in the crowd looking like Oprah not knowing the lyrics nor that the song even existed.

But shit more promo the better.

"Chris! You have two hours to go so,-" I stopped paying attention to my manager, Mike, as he kept giving me the run down every hour since yesterday basically.

August:
Yo!

Me:
Copyright of Chris Brown™ (2005)

August:
U know u ain't write dat shit shut up

Me:
what do u want

August:
u gon stay at the show the whole night? I'm trying to go out not stay at that fake ass event

Me:
hell no I perform like in the middle of the show so I'll be out right after

August:
Ard but guess who Mel's best friend

"Come on get off that phone Chris we got work" Mike complained to me so I sat my phone down, not replying.

I'm up for three awards tonight, best r&b male singer, best summer song, and album of the year. I know Taylor Swift ass gon win album of the year. Shit she'd win best r&b male too these shows are rigged I swear.

"How long are you planning to stay in LA?"

"I just wanna chill right now I'll be here for one or two months, why what's up?"

"Nothing. Making sure you don't overwork yourself you just got off tour and now hitting up another stage."

"It's all about the music and the money that's all I'm focused on and that's all I'm doing. I feel good."

"Last week it was music, money, bitches?"

I started laughing, "it's about me now.......just a couple of them." I whispered the second part.

"Boy go hit up a shower you've been rehearsing all day you stink bro"

I waved him off and went to shower off in the shower of the dressing room as he left the room.

I looked through my bag for some underwear to be in before I put on my outfit for the performance.

I heard three loud bangs at my door "Yo Chris!!! It's August open the fuck up!!!"

Who the fuck he think he talking to? I opened the door and gave him one dirty ass look "who the f-" he pushed past me and ran into the bathroom.

I rushed after him. The fuck is he doing stormin into my room like this. "What t- oh shit you good bro?" I stopped as I saw him holding his stomach tightly "I gotta take a shit get da fuck out!" I stepped out quick. Nasty ass blowing my shit the fuck up.

Five minutes later August is still on that toilet and his phone rings on the couch next to me being that he threw it there running to the bathroom.

"Mel Mel🍑👅"

"Wassup Mel, ya man a little busy right now"

"With what?" She asked with a little attitude.

"Some shit." I responded as I felt my stomach bubbling up. "Literally."

"Uhm well alright tell bubble guts I'll be in Rob's room & meet me there when he's done"

I knocked loudly on the bathroom door holding the phone to my chest, "August ya girl called, you almost done? I gotta take a shit now" "nah! Fuck my stomach hurt"

I started to sweat, my stomach was really fucking with me! "Yo you got a bathroom?" I questioned quickly.

"Yea it's my girlfriends room though I'm sure she won't mi-"

"Bet"

I hung up quickly and ran down the hall when I saw Mel. "No ones using it right?" "No...I thought August was coming not you" she said rolling her eyes. "Go to the room then man it says "CHRIS BROWN" on the door" I dramatically said Chris brown so she knows I run shit even when my shits running itself.

She stepped away from the dressing room as i stepped in and closed the door fast rushing to the bathroom.

I didn't even pay attention to anything in the room.

I don't know whether to laugh or be mad that I'm farting as loud as I am in someone else's room.

I heard someone with a huge accent enter the room I think they were on the phone so I tried to be as quiet as I could but my ass was selling me out.

I heard a soft know "who in de fuck? Mel Mel that's your ass? you okey?"