𝐷𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔.

Christopher

Sweat dripped down his inked chest as neon lights danced on the stage.

"Aye I love y'all New York!" He screamed into the microphone causing his crowd to explode into a uproar of cheers. His heart swelled at that.This is what he lived for.

Standing in a line with his dancers he took a bow before doing a quick wave and running off stage. The energy back stage was positive and Chris only dreaded having to end his tour. The countless hours spent on practicing and basically living on a tour bus was what he looked foward to every year.

Now dressed in his own plain Black Pyramid white shirt, black sweats and Addidas slides, Chris adjusted his beanie on his head before grabbing his duffle bag and bottle of water.

"You ready?" Alex, one of his loyal dancers asked, as he tied his long brown hair into a ponytail.

Chris smirked confidently." I'm always ready man, been doing this since I was si-"

"Sixteen. Yeah I know man." Alex laughed as they all led their way towards the meet and greet.

Chris always enjoyed the meet and greet after his performance. His fans were always his mains, because without them there would be no Chris Brown.

Continuing down the hall, he could hear the anticipating screams of his fans. With security to protect him, because trust and believe how wild it could get, he stepped from around the corner and his eyes squinted at the bright lights coming from all the flashing phones.

Tears rolled down the flushed faces of the teenage girls and even women, holding up posters to show their love and support. Some had to hold onto their partner in order to stand up straight while a brunette girl's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fainted at the sight of Chris Brown.

Laughing, Chris flashed his millon dollar smile and waved at his fans waiting to take photos and get their pictures signed.

Just the sight of all his supporters made him appreciate what he has, and more.

"Chris, they're ready!" The coordinator yelled over the screaming fans who were basically trying to climb over the security guards.

Nodding his head, Chris took a seat behind the table and grabbed one of the black markers." Send 'em through."

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"Damn." Stumbling into his room, Chris threw his duffle bag to the side as he collapsed tiredly onto his hotel bed. He was exhausted after the meet and greet which turned out to be a little jungle wild since his shirt ended up getting torn and his teeth nearly knocked out.

They had booked into a nearby hotel and would be continuing the drive back to Chicago in the morning. Chris knew for sure he would be in the studio once he got home, working on some new material since money waited for no one. But for now he was gonna get as much sleep as possible.

Removing his torn shirt, beanie and pants, he laid in just his supreme boxers and socks as his eyelids had started to grow heavy.

"Is this nigga in here?...Aye Chris! Yo' ass better not be sleeping, we supposed to be downtown by now!" Tyson yelled from the opposite side of the locked door that you could only open with the key card or from the inside.

Groaning, Chris shifted a bit." Go the fuck away man! I'm not going out!" He yelled back, with his eyes still closed and not moving a muscle to mess up his perfect comfortable position.

It was a routine to go out and celebrate with his closest friends Tyson and Odell. Chris would even bring a woman or two home for his satisfaction, but right now he wasn't thinking about all that but sleep.

With silence taking over, he thought Tyson had left only for the loud banging of his door to prove him wrong. The person started to make a beat on the door and Chris instantly knew who it could.

"My nigga. I know we didn't get all super flied up, only for your ass to sleep!" Odell's high pitched voice spoke.

Deciding to ignore them, Chris changed his sleeping position and flipped onto his back, placing his hand on his chest and having his legs spread wide out.

"Hello! Bro' getcho' ass up!I'm about to make a whole damn album on your door." Odell snickered starting to purposely musically beat on the door."Ah, yeah...tryna' wake my nigga up," he started to horribly rap." But he don't wanna get the fuck up."

"You rhymed up with up, genuise." Tyson cackled.

Scoffing, Chris jumped up from his sleeping position and stomped towards the door. Swinging it open, he's met with the goofy ass faces of his friend's.

"Y'all niggas are annoying as fuck!" He groaned not caring who heard him cursing. Throwing his head back, he rubbed his face and head of bleached curls." I ain't feeling like going out right now."

Smacking their teeth Ty and Od push their way into the room. Rolling his eyes, Chris slams the door closed and leaned against it.

"You going like that?" Tyson asked sarcastically looking at his friends boxers and socks as he sat on the edge of the bed while Odell stood standing.

"I ain't going, I got no energy."

"Shit I got som'ing for that." Ty smirks pulling out the green baggy." Pre rolled."

Odell chuckles,  rubbing his hands together." Spark that up."

"Not in the damn hotel room." Chris grits.

"You payed for this room, so they can chill." Tyson says, sparking the first blunt, the intoxicating smoke fills the room." Go 'head, since you tired." He smirks holding the blunt out to Chris.

And just like that, he wasn't tired no more.

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It striked four in the morning, he had been staring at the ceiling for the past three hours, with endless thoughts on his mind.

Removing the females arm,that he brung back to the hotel, from around his torso he quickly but stealthily slipped from under the covers.

Walking over the scattered clothes on the floor, Chris flicked on the bathroom light and stepped closer to the mirror. Placing his hands on the countertop he looked at his appearance for a split second before deciding to take a shower.

With the water scorching hot, Chris removed his boxers before stepping into the shower and closing the glass door. Standing under the shower head with the water cascading down his body abled him to finally have time to himself and his thoughts.

Good and bad thoughts, mostly bad. But he only ever felt and realised the pressure of reality when alone and not surrounded by distractions.

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Hello beautiful people!🌻💗 Here's a little something about my baby Chris aswell before we REALLY get started on the story.

The chapter's 'Snowlene' and 'Christopher' are important!

But anyway, hope y'all liked it. It may seem confusing at first, but it will make sooooo much more sense throughout the book!

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