BPLS: The Finale

Party

Bahjas POV

Whew! Ok Bahja, you can do this...you used to do this all the time. Nothing new..except the fact that you're gonna be all alone on stage for once. But you can still do this.

This is what I kept telling myself as I was standing on the side of the stage where no one could see me. This was my first tour show in years...I hope this goes ok. I slowly walked onto the dark stage and stood at the top of the steps. The music started playing and as soon the beat drop the lights flashed on and the audience went crazy. I missed this.

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After saying hi to a lot fans I finally got back stage to my dressing room. I was walking out to join everyone when someone called my name from behind me.

Bahja: *turns around* Manny? Oh my god it's you! *hugs him*

Manny: Hey how's it been?

Bahja: It's been really good! What about you?

Manny: Great, just about to release my second album in a couple months.

Bahja: Wow that's great.

Manny: Yeah. I saw your show it was amazing. I see your dancing got a lot better. *laughs*

Bahja: *playfully punches him* Shut up!

Manny: Well um, maybe I should give you my number and we can catch up some time.

Bahja: Sure!

There was a really awkward silence before I saw him open his to say something.

Manny: There's this party later on tonight. At a friend of mines house you wanna go?

Bahja: I don't know, I have radio tomorrow and-

Manny: Come on now you can't be all work and no play, right?

Bahja: But my work is my play.

Manny: When was the last time you went to a party? With drinks and guys?

Bahja: None of your business.

Manny: *chuckles* Exactly. How about I just text you the address?

Bahja: *take his phone and puts in her number*

Manny: So does this mean I'll see you at the party?

Bahja: Maybe. *winks*

Manny: Bye Bahja.

Bahja: Bye. *walks away*

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It was only 8pm and I just got a text from Manny. I showered and curled my black and pink hair.

Maybe it's time I get rid of this..I mean I just kind of felt like the pink has always been apart of me. But I'm starting to grow out of these crazy colors. Ehh..I got ready and told my manager Bryan that I'd be back in time to hit the road. I grabbed my keys to the room and left.

After a 20 minute drive from my personal driver that my security insisted I use, I was there. I ain't gonna lie, this house was beautiful. And from the outside I could already tell the party was live. I walked up the steps as my LV heels clicked and clacked. I walked into the house and was instantly handed a glass of champagne. I thanked the guy and walked around looking for Manny. I slightly jumped as someone put there hands on my eyes from behind.

Manny: Guess who?

Bahja: The guy who I'm about to punch in the face if he doesn't get off of me.

Manny: *lets go* Horrible guesser.

Bahja: *turns around* Hey.

Manny: Like the party?

Bahja: Yeah.

Manny: I want to show you something.

He led me up the stairs and we walked into a room full of studio stuff.

Manny: I uh...write here a lot. This is where I keep all my real shit. You know, that stuff that nobody would understand.

Bahja: Yeah that music that really means something to you but you'd never release it. It's more of a personal pleasure.

Manny: Yeah you get it.

Bahja: Wow, well it looks like you've never left this room. *picks up a journal* You mind?

Manny: Nah, go ahead. I trust you to understand this type of stuff.

Bahja: *chuckles* Damn Manny, this is really good. Like really good.

Manny: Thanks.

We spent a few hours up in that room just talking. I got really tired and he ended driving me back to the hotel. We were sitting in his car in front of the hotel. Everything was going fine until we kissed. And kissed some more...and more..and still kissing.

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