Nicki Minaj, My Mentor: The Sequel

Talk Show Tragedy

*Knock Knock*

I Wake Up To Someone Knocking On My Room Door. I Cried So Much Last Night I Didn't Have The Strength To Get Into Bed, So I Pulled My Spread Off Of My Bed And Slept On The Floor.

"Who Is It?" I Ask Getting Up From The Ground With An Aching Back.

"Von! Open Up."

"No. Go Away." I Call Back As I Flop Onto My Bed Pulling The Covers Over My Head.

"It's One O'Clock In The Afternoon Ev! You Have A Talk Show To Go On At Two-Thirty!"

"Well Call Mack Maine, Or Nicki, Or Whoever And Tell Them To Cancel! I'm Not Going."

"Ev! People Have Been Talking About This All Week! Your Fans Are Looking Forward To You Being On There Today!"

I Lay There For A Couple Of Minutes, I Could See He Was Still Standing At The Door. I Couldn't Let My Fans Down.

"Fine I'll Be Ready In Thirty!"

"Good Hurry Up!" He Replies.

When I'm Done I Head Downstairs To See A Repair Man Fixing The Broken Glass Window Putting A New One In.

"Hello Miss.Brown." He Greets. I Was Surprised He Knew Me.

I Smile. "Hello."

Before I Continue To Walk He Was Pulling Something From His Pocket....It Was A Picture Of Me - An Old One At That, I Remember That Photo Shoot. It Was The Day I Finally Met Wayne For The First Time. I Didn't Meet Him Along With Nicki And The Others Because He Was on Tour. When He Came On Set He Acted Like An Total Ass! He Had On Dark Shades Causing His Eyes To Be Unseen, He Had His Dre Beats In Booming Loud, His First Words To Me Were: "What You Good For?" He Asked Referring To Music.

"Uhh I Rap And Sing." I Reply Nervously And Caught A little Off Guard By His Rudeness.

"Let Me Hear It." He Says As He Takes Out His Phone Looking As If He Was Texting Someone, And Paying Me No Mind.

"Right Now?"

"Nahh! What Chu Think??" He Asked Sarcastically.

I Began To Rap A Song Of My Own.

"Next!" He Interrupted.

So I Switched To Another Song And He Didn't Like It Either. We Stood There For At Least Thirty Minutes Going Through Songs Until I Finally Ran Out.

He Turns To Nicki "You Needa Work On Her Nic, Cause I'm Not Liking What I'm Seeing." And With That He Walked Out And Left.

I Stood There Dumbfounded. I Held Back My Tears, I Wasn't Gonna Let These People See Me Cry.

"Don't Worry, He's Like That With All Of Us At Fist. He'll Get Used To You." Drake Said Patting My Shoulder.

I Had To Get Back In Front Of The Camera And Fake That Smile. I Can Tell It Was The Fake One Because You Could See The Tears In My Eyes.

But Wayne Eventually Grew On Me, And I Grew On Him And Now We Have An Unbreakable Bond.

"You Don't Mind Signing This Do You?" He Asks Snapping Me From My Flashback. "I'm A Big Fan, So Are My Daughters."

I Let Out A little Giggle. "Of Course Not. Do You Have A Marker?"

He Pulls Out A Black Sharpie. "Here You Go."

"Thanks, What Are Your Daughters Names?" I Ask Signing The Picture.

"Kayla, Ciara, And Brittany." He Replies Smiling.