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"Ight, B your first show is in Atlanta, Georgia, so I need you to get some rest because you have rehearsal in the a.m." Tiffany told me before going to her room. I was bored out of my mind and sleeping wasn't in the picture. Drew was sleep before I left, so I knew she wasn't going to answer any of my texts. Thinking about Drew made me smile. When I tell you that she's the love of my life, I'm not kidding. I effortlessly call her the love of my life because she has always been there.

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7:03 am

"Bryson wake your ass up." Tiffany said tapping me. The bus driver, Jo, stopped at the arena I will be performing at. When I got to the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and added a damp amount of water to my hair. The bathroom was so tiny, but it was big enough for one person to move around in. I changed into some Nike sweats and a Nike sweatshirt. I put on one of my hats and grabbed some shoes. I finished just before 8, so I could get some breakfast from the kitchen. I made a quick egg muffin sandwich with some jelly. I tried to eat before going into the arena, but that turned out as a major L. As I was eating a big glob of jelly feel on my sweatshirt. Mind you this is one of my favorite sweatshirts. I didn't have time to go change, so I just went inside trying my best to cover it. "Finally! Why are you covering your shirt?" Tiffany asked curiously. There were 2 females and 1 guy. I'm guessing they are my back up dancers. I took a double take at one of the dancers because I remember seeing her somewhere I just can't remember where or what her name was. Her and the other girl dancer must've been friends because they were hella close like hugging on each other and laughing at something on her phone. When she looked up, she gave me the slightest wink and I'm absolutely positive no one else saw it.

"I spilled jelly on my shirt." I replied pushing what I just saw to the side.

"I couldn't help but over hear what you guys were talking abut and I just so happened to bring my stain eraser if you need it." The mysterious but familiar girl said.

"Yea can I use it." I said playing it coo. I can't have these females on my dick right now. I'm trying to grind and plus I have a wife to take care of. She reached in her bag about to hand it to me, but she took the cap off and began cleaning it herself. "Uhh... I can do it myself if you don't mind." By then Tiffany had walk to the radio to play my instrumental.

"No it's fine I got you. Plus I'm pretty sure you need a women to cater to you." She said boldly. Oh if Drew was here she would've fucked her up.

"Nah I got a lady that caters to me faithfully." I said boldly back.

"Oh, you still with that girl that I saw you at the store with..." She paused for a couple of seconds. "I thought her was just an emotional ex."

"Nah that's my baby. What's you name?" I asked curiously.

"Awe you don't remember me." She pouted. "I'm Brittany the girl from goodwill."

"Oh. Well thanks for getting my stain out."

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Although it's just the pre show, I practiced for just about 5 long hours. I went back to the bus to take a hot shower and take a nap. The show wasn't until 8 pm so I was good for a good power nap. I closed my door locking it and soon setting my alarm for 5 to go to the dressing room. Before going to sleep I sent Drew a text reassuring her that I'm ok, and I'm about to rest for a lil bit. I didn't mention Brittany because I knew she would flip , but I need to push through this for us and I don't want her to stress especially with my baby inside her.

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How'd you do at rehearsal and are you enjoying yourself?
Drew💕 4:32 pm
I miss you so much ❤️.
                             Drew💕 4:35 pm
I love you.
Drew💕 4:39 pm
And your grandma is surprisingly amazing.
Drew💕 4:40 pm

I smiled at my phone. Boy I miss her.

I love and miss you too 😘. And Ikr. I told you. I have my show at 8 so I gotta get ready. I love you. I'll call you after the show.
Bryson❤️ 5:32 pm

I slipped on my slides and went back to the arena. Tiffany wasn't to far out of sight so I jogged to her so I can ask her what's up. "B, your performance is in a couple of hours. I need you in a dressing room pronto." Tiffany power walked me to my dressing room. It was kinda hard to keep up with her. I mean I was still tired. Anyways before we reached my dressing room, which was a thousand miles from the stage, I recognized a couple names I would be performing on the same stage with. There was Big Sean, Chris Brown and the beautiful Jhené Aiko. Right now I'm just very thankful for what God has blessed me with. "Alright there's plenty of clothes over in that back corner. You pick your style and the stylist should be in to check and fix it up for you. Alright. Good luck." Tiffany said before leaving out the room. There were all types of styles like rock, hip hop, chill, wild, causal, fancy, lazy, loud you name it. I decided on chill since that is my whole demeanor. Once I looked in the mirror I heard knock, immediately telling the person to come in.

"Damn Daddy look at you," someone said. I turned my head in complete surprise.

"What are you doing in my dressing room?" I asked Brittany.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing." She said walking over to me. She tried feeling me up but I pushed her hand back.

"Well imma need you to get the hell out."

"Why?" She asked putting her hand in my shoulder. She took my arm wrapping it around her waist. "I know you want me and you can't deny it. Your girl's not here and what she doesn't know won't hurt her. Right?"

"Get off me." I said grabbing her arms and walking her to the door letting her out myself.

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Hey guys I'm back. Sorry for the delay 🙄. I'll be updating way more. I have so much in store for this book 😈. Oh yea and I also have a interview for Subway tomorrow I'm so excited 🙃. So I have two questions for you guys.

Where do you work? (If you have a job or applying for)

What do you think about Brittany?

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