We Found Love

Chapter 2

Rihanna's POV
"Get Rihanna's mic checked, the show will begin in ten minutes." A staff member hurriedly spoke into a small black speaker placed in his hand. The hair and make up crew rushed around me curling my long black strands of hair, and applying mascara to my eyes. The concert will begin soon. I could already hear the screaming fans as I sat back stage; it was exhilarating. I glanced over at Marshall who was reading through his lyrics once more. Being a rapper must be hard. He probably has to remember five times the amount of lyrics I do.
"Rihanna get in position." One of the staff members spoke to me. I pushed myself out of my chair and walked over to the floor panel that would soon raise up on to the stage. I gave the staff a thumbs up signaling that I was ready. I was handed my microphone, and the music for "Numb" began to play. Suddenly the panel beneath me begin to move up quickly.
"Ecstasy." I began to sing out as my floor was making its way to the stage. Once the fans saw me they some how began to scream louder then before. I waved at them and smiled.
"Come on Cali!" And they screamed once more.
"Cause I'm going numb, I'm going numb, I'm going numb..." I looked over and Marshall had joined me on stage strapped down on a medical bed prop, that symbolized he had just arrived from the "Insane Asylum." His head bobbed to the beat of the music. The crowd was screaming loud, and rushing closer to the stage. Marshall unlatched himself from the prop and began to rap.
"I'm plastered, (dry wall)
Look me in my (eyeball)
Do I look high?"
"no.."
"I love the way you lie girl, yeah, yeah, yeah Come here dear, I'm trying to get closer to you
I'm motioning you to pull over you boo
I'm the siren that you're hear, hear
I'm the butt police, and I'm looking at your rear, rear, rear." He waved his hands crazily like he always did when he rapped. I did exactly as Amy told me to do the night before in rehearsals, carful not to mess up. I walked forward and smacked a couple of fans hands, the song had ended and "No love" began to play.
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Me and Marshall waved good bye to the fans as the show ended. Now we had to head back stage, change, and get on the tour bus. I was excited to finally curl up and fall asleep. The show was so exciting but I was exhausted.
I walked into my dressing room and peeled off my clothes. I grabbed a pair of black sweat pants and a tank top, throwing them over my body. I brushed my hair out, detangling it from its rats nest state. Finally I scrubbed off my makeup to reveal my bare face.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Come in." I shouted so the person could hear me. A staff member opened the door, with a clip board in his hand. "The tour bus will be ready in ten Rihanna, the guard will be waiting outside to escort you out." He said to me smiling.
"Alright thank you." I smiled back at him, and he quickly excited the room to head to his next location. I turned toward the mirror and checked my face once again. A moment later my changing room door knocked once again. I stood up and grabbed my bag assuming it was my escort arriving early. I slid on my flip flops then opened the door. To my surprise Marshall was waiting outside, dressed in comfortable attire for the long road trip ahead.
"Hey you ready to go?" He said in his deep boyish voice. I nodded at him as I stepped out side the dressing room door and into the hallway of the concert venue. "You did good tonight, the crowd was crazy." He complimented me as we walked side by side. "Thanks, and same to you slim." I looked at him and his freshly dyed blonde hair. He glanced over at me grinning slightly. "I'm so tired, why can't we just take a plane to the next city?" Marshall complained as we reached the door labeled "Exit." Outside we were met with a tall dark skinned body guard that led us on to the tour bus. The inside was very spacious, with two bunk beds, a booth table, a couch, TV, and mini kitchen. I walked over to the bunk bed and threw my bag on the bottom bunk. Marshall went to sit down on the couch, turning on NFL Network. He was obsessed with football, especially the Detroit Lions.
"Hey RiRi can you grab me a Red Bull out of the fridge?" He asked refusing to peel his eyes away from the TV screen. He looked like a little kid watching his favorite cartoon.
"Sure." I walked over to the sleek black mini fridge, and opened it to reveal an assortment of beverages. I wrapped my hand around the first can of red bull I saw. I shut the fridge door then walked back over to Marshall. I handed him the drink he had requested, then joined him on the couch. I turned on my phone to check if I had received any texts. I smiled as I saw two texts from cousin. She had sent me two pictures of my adorable niece in the new outfit I bought her. I shot her a quick message back full of heart emojis.
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Marshall's POV
Robyn and I sat on the couch watching TV for about two hours or so. We made small talk casually like we always did, she would ask questions about football that I was happy to answer. However, my eyes began to grow heavy as the hours dragged on. Suddenly I felt Robyn's head drop down on my shoulder, as she was sound asleep. I studied her slender face, my eyes tracing her jawline and the curve of her lips. I decided to let her sleep there, because trying to wake her up was one of the hardest things in the world to do. Plus it was late, and she worked hard tonight. I slouched down into the soft black couch, and rested my head against the back of the couch. I closed my eyes giving into the temptation of sleep myself.
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So that's the end of the second chapter, I really hoped you liked it! If theres any spelling errors please leave a comment letting me know. I hope I receive some feed back from you guys soon. Thank you for reading!