Encore || Drake

The Blair Witch Project

I stood there watching the doors close in front of me. Blair smiling at me sweetly with a wave, making my stomach turn, and Aubrey standing there with an apologetic face that meant absolutely nothing to me.

I should have known. That was the reason why Blair wanted me to stay away. And to think I thought he was picky about the company he kept, Blair? She seemed like the most untrustworthy person ever. But for some reason I felt hurt, again. I didn't want to care but I did. You'd think after years of having the pretty girl being picked before me I'd be used to it, but this hurt a bit worse.

I turned on my heels and solemnly walked away. Lawrence was right, I needed to keep my focus on my career and not on him. My phone buzzed when I got outside of the arena waiting for my Uber.

"Meeting tomorrow at 10am, hotel conference room. Mandatory for all performers."

Ugh. Just when I thought I'd have the freedom of not seeing anyone tomorrow since we had an off day, we have to have a meeting.

I climbed in the back of my Uber. Once I got settled I realized what was on the radio. "In My Feelings". A laugh escaped my mouth, louder than I had intended. The driver looked at me through the rear view mirror.

"You okay?" he asked concerned.

"Um, yeah." I said through a chuckle.

My annoyance began to set it, hearing his voice asking whoever the hell Kiki is if she loves him or if she's riding.

"Do you mind turning that off?" I finally said.

The driver nodded and turned the station.

"Had enough after the concert huh? How was it?" he asked.

I shrugged.

"I did good." I said confidently. "I actually opened for the show."

The driver was laughing this time.

"Yeah. Right. Everyone in this city has big dreams, fake it until you make it though, right?" he said with a chuckle, pulling up at the hotel.

I narrowed my eyes at him. I knew it wasn't worth trying to convince him, after all, I'm sure he's had plenty of people in his backseat spewing bullshit to him about what they do.

"You got me." I said with a smile while exiting the vehicle, slamming the door.

I made my way to my hotel room, relieved by the sight of the big king size bed, all for me. I collapsed on top of the sheets, daydreaming about what was to come. I pushed thoughts of Aubrey from my head. Him and Blair could have each other as far as I was concerned. My mind went to imaging all the people that were in that stadium tonight being there for me and only me, and eventually drifted off to sleep with the sound of their cheers.

When I finally woke, I blinked at the daylight burning my eyes. Jesus, I didn't even set an alarm. I shot up on my feet and grabbed my phone, seeing that it was 9:30am I only had a small amount of time to shower and make it downstairs. I jumped in the shower, got dressed, and darted down the hall and took the stairs to the first floor, and burst through the doors of the assigned conference room.

Everyone was already sitting there around the long table, dancers and band members scattered about, some stood. Lawrence was at the head of the table, Aubrey and Blair sat together next to him on his right. I avoided eye contact with them both.

"Don't let the praise go to your head, you have to be on time just like everyone else." Lawrence said from his seat.

What on Earth was he talking about?