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"The lights! Please fix my lights," I yelled out of pure frustration.
I was in the middle of rehearsal for my biggest stadium tour to date and truthfully speaking... I was scared. We had been here since 8 am every morning for the last six months practicing, going over choreography and music. I was sure it was late and I know people wanted to get some rest. Hell, I wanted to rest too. I was hungry and had to pee. Most of all I missed my man. But.. I needed to get this right. Before we knew it, it would be show time and things needed to be perfect.
"What's wrong," Frank said waving at the engineers to stop the music. Frank Gatson was one of the people who was helping me to put my show together. He had been with me since the beginning of my 12 year career.
I just stood there with my finger tips on my forehead. I bit the inside of my lip and let out a much needed deep sigh. Before I could utter another word, I saw him. He didn't look happy and then it dawned on me that I had missed yet another one of his games. It was the finals too. Earlier I promised him that I would be there but the time...it just flew by too fast.
"Baby I'm so sorry," I said as he came up to the stage carrying a plate of food. I bent down and gave him and kiss on the cheek. "What time is it?"
"After midnight," he said sitting the food on the stage. "Let's go," he said putting his hands in his pockets staring at me.
"But baabbe...I just wanna get this-"
"It's after midnight tho. Did you know that?"
I let out another sigh and stared down at the stage.
"I didn't meant to let his happen. I got so much on my plate. How did it go?"
He nodded and frowned a bit. "Not here," he said looking around at everybody. I know he prided our privacy. It was the number one priority in our relationship. "I'll be in the car. I'll give you ten more minutes before I come back in, ahight," he said raising his brows at me.
I knew he was disappointed and I felt like shit. I hadn't been the best girlfriend lately and that was one of the worst feelings in the world, especially when I kept breaking back to back promises.
"Lebron! Babe," I yelled at his back as he kept walking.
I bit my bottom lip and looked to Frank who nodded and gave me an ok sign. I mouthed "thank you" and grabbed my food. I told the dancers how much I appreciated them and went to get my purse and phone.
Inside the car, it was silent. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to apologize but I knew he had heard that before. We had been together 7 years and although it had been some of the best seven years of my life, unfortunately there were a lot of things that interfered with us just being a "normal couple". We both were at the top of our game. He was the greatest basketball player out right now and I was an international superstar in my own right. We made a beautiful match in the eyes of the media and my parent's eyes as well. We were introduced when I began my solo journey in the industry and we remained good friends for a while until he finally asked me out on a real date. The foundation of that friendship had kept us together most of these years when it got tough. Especially when the talk of having children came into play. In my mind we were too busy. In his mind, I was being selfish. With that and me missing his games, the tension between us was unbearable sometimes.
