The year is 1994. The Artist finds himself in a situation no one ever thought could happen. How does he get out of it, or perhaps more importantly, how did he get there in the first place?
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August 26, 1994
**The Artist POV**
With the cameras finally off, as the media and family starting to slowly clear themselves from the gates of my property, I start to make my way off the stage with Steve, heading for the house. After all, I had an important phone call to make. I hope I can get through this time...
Before I could turn to ask Steve to borrow his phone, Randy and Dick head in my direction. "Before you head inside, we definitely need to talk." Dick begins with a sneer.
"That's right, Artist. What the hell was with that fiasco of a press conference? All you managed to do there was..." Randy continues, with a snide look until I finally cut him off.
"I think I've heard enough from you two for one day. You demanded a press conference from me, and you got one...now get the fuck off my property." I snap back, as Steve pushes them both aside and both of us head toward the house.
"Thanks man," I offer kindly, with a nod of acknowledgement. "I've got one more favour to ask, Steve."
"What's that sir?" he asks, questions dancing in his eyes.
"Can I borrow your phone for a minute? I've got an important call to make." I only hope I'm not too late...
"Again?! Well okay...but this is the third time this afternoon. You really should get yourself one of these." he replies, a hint of annoyance in his face as he reaches in his pocket and hands it over.
"Come on, man. You know how I feel about these things. Besides...there's always someone around I can borrow one from." I reply with a wink, as I start dialing a number that has become second nature at this point. I've been trying to call her all morning, but she hasn't been picking up and her voice mail box seems to be full. Please pick up Lani...there's so much I need to tell you...
At this point, I'm starting to get nervous. I'd hoped to reach her before this joke of a press conference even began. As if my simply missing her terribly isn't enough of a reason...I still need to try to explain why I chose not to acknowledge her when the media confronted me about her. Assuming she caught the press conference, I can't even imagine what she must be thinking...
The long and short of it is that I'm trying to protect her. With everything she's been going through lately, the last thing she needs is a media circus following her around...something that would inevitably happen if word got out that there was anything going on between us.
Before something like that happens, I need to straighten my life out. Then I can make my way back to her and explain everything that a life with me represents. I can only hope that she'll still love me enough to understand...
But for now, I need to reach her. With the phone attached to my ear, I hear...
