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Her marriage to Michael was talked about often. Rumors spread already about divorces but Myra put them to rest. They did have the arguments like any other couple.
The biggest one was about kids. Michael wanted kids with Myra. Myra thought she needed to think about it because she would carry the child for the full nine months. She also had to determine if they were ready to have a kid or not.
It sometimes lead to to three day argument where Myra slept in the spare bedroom in they didn't speak to one another. It ended with them apologizing until it would all start again.
Shaylynn had surprised Myra with a live television concert. She planned pretty much an all day rehearsal for several days in a row to prepare Myra.
When Myra had woken up that morning she felt dizzy and threw up once. Michael protested her going, worried for his wife's health, but Myra insisted on going and that she was fine. She slipped breakfast so she could get their early.
When she arrived, Shaylynn had them jump right into practice. What Myra immediately noticed was how hot it was. She had even moved and she already found herself sweating. Bright lights shined down on the group on stage.
"We're going to start with Formation as your opener, okay?" Shaylynn spoke up to Myra who only nodded. "Let's run it up until we switch songs."
Myra and the others assumed their position like the would for any other concert. She didn't have a microphone yet so she sang at her normal voice which the echoing carried it out.
"Okay ladies now let get in formation," sang Myra, the echo carrying around the theater. "Okay ladies now let get in formation."
Shaylynn watched as the backing track played and Myra sang and danced the choreography to the song.
"My daddy Alabama," Myra sang as she allowed her body to move to the dance she had been taught. "Momma Lousiana."
They sang only halfway through the song before the beat switched. It was promptly shut off before Myra could know what song it was.
"Myra," Shaylynn began, "You're acting more sluggish than normal. You need to pick up the pace."
"Okay," Myra acknowledged.
"Let's run it again but this time let it switch into Crazy In Love!" Shaylynn ordered and her wish was granted.
The practice lasted for hours. Myra was offered a break but she refused it. She barely drank the water given to her and she had ended up skipping lunch. All she focused on was practicing for the live concert.
The dancers were actually worrying for Myra. They saw how she occasionally stumbled or how she looked sick. They didn't say anything about it though.
By the time they made it to Telephone Myra was tired. She felt worse than she did earlier that morning. The lights hurt her eyes and she felt as if she was goi n to fall over any second.
She leaned against the microphone stand until she played the music for Telephone. Myra went into the choreography but this time it was slower. She missed steps and sang the wrong lyrics.
Her legs felt as if they wouldn't hold her anymore. She hurriedly clung to the microphone stand, shutting her eyes in hopes the terrible feeling would leave her. Shaylynn, realizing that something was wrong, came up to the stage.
"Myra, sweetie," she put her hand on the stars back, "Do you wanna take a break?"
Myra shook her head without a word. Shaylynn frowned at the stars refusal. Myra honestly looked to be on her deathbed in that moment.
Myra refused to look up. She tried to keep her breathing steady but every breath was shaky. She clenched her hands so they wouldn't shake as much.
"Get a doctor or somebody over here!" Shaylynn yelled, but to Myra it didn't sound like a tell.
She felt her senses slowly fade away. She couldn't feel her legs, her arms, or anything pretty much. She felt Shaylynn keeping her steady but it was faint.
Shaylynn was taken by surprise when Myra's body fell to the ground. One of the dancers let out of scream on instinct. Shaylynn fell to her knees to kneel by her.
"Hurry!" She screamed. "Someone call 911, I dont think shes breathing!"
The theater in that moment was a panic. One of thw dancers had fumbled for their phone and dialed 911 with shaky hands. They told the operator about everything that happened and an ambulance was sent on its way. With the news that she wasn't breathing it made them first priority.
It took the ambulance close to four minute to arrive. Shaylynn was moved away from Myra as they gathered around Myra. They checked her pulse and they luckily found one but it was faint.
Myra was put into the ambulance as they gave her water laced with salt and other minerals. Oxygen was also distributed to her to make sure she wouldn't stop breathing. Her blood pressure had dropped to sixty over thirty.
Shaylynn desperately called Michael. He answered the phone with a few rings. Shaylynn told him the recent events and he vowed to leave for the hospital.
Shaylynn was offered to ride in the ambulance with them. So she sat back as they worked with Myra's body.
Shaylynn though about how different Myra looked. She was normally full of life but as she lay in the ambulance she looked the opposite. She looked pale and helpless as she was taken care of.
