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Whooooo...ahhhhh...whoooo...ahhhh... I could feel myself inhaling as well as exhaling

My mind is scattering everywhere, yet I know exactly what I'm doing. I know this feeling because I have felt it before... I'll admit it, I'm nervous. Screams fill the area, not just the arena itself, but the sounds fill my ears, those same mesmerizing sounds of females, as well as males.Those sounds of joy, ranting for me to come upon the stage before them.

I Slowly walked out onto the middle of the stage, and with every step I took, a burst of steam would arise out of the vents that were nearby along with strobe lights. Following the sounds of the steam, were the sounds of my adoring fans... My XO family screaming at the top of their lungs, just to hear a talent that has been wasted for far too long. But all of this talent will be put to EXTREME use tonight.

I started to count in my head once I arrived at the middle of the stage,"1...2...1...2...3" I threw my finger into the air to cue the string instruments, such as violins, Chellos, things in that matter. I then pointed at my percussion instruments... and then... I cued myself with a sly smile and begun to sing my heart out.

I could feel the words work right up my esophagus and flow right out of my mouth and into the mildly soprano notes that flew straight into the microphone in front of me, the stadium filled once again, but not only with the sound of my incredible voice, but the sounds of their screams.

"You make it look like it's magic, cause I see nobody ,nobody but-"

" YOUYOUYOU, I'M NEVER CONFUSED, HEY HEY, I'M SO USED TO BEING USED" I loved when they sung along with me. I knew I would be preforming that song a lot now, its pretty damn new. Not just new to my fans, but new to me. I was experimenting with slow, loving, sensual moods. Now don't go and say "All of your music is sensual" because you're wrong. There is a difference between 'sensual' and 'sexual', plus if your really did say that, you would be wrong.... Again.

What the hell... how am I talking to my self and STILL on track with the song?

Damn im good...

I smiled to myself while dancing in front of all of my loving fans. You just wouldn't understand how much they mean to me. So much is happening to me and its only been um..hmmm.. lets see.. 17..18..21... about 8 years, but 4 years since I've went main stream, and im glad, but not proud of what I have become.

4 hours have passed now and I finished my show with my song 'What You Need'. "Thank You Atlanta!!!! I LXOVE YOU, XO TIL WE OVERDOSE!!!!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! OMG ABEL I LOVE YOU"

Oh do their screams fulfill my soul. I know I keep talking about that, but it really gives me such a strong feeling, and no... not that kind of feeling ya nasty, But its honestly the only thing that brings me up during the day, along with the weed and a couple shots of ciroc here and there, and what makes it better is that my crew is there right by my side, like they always have.

I walked off of the stage and my best friend of 11 years was right there with a huge smileand a bottle of water. I chugged that water so fast I might have even swallowed the cap. I could see in my peripheral vision that Lamar was laughing at me. "Dang man, I think it's time for you to stop singing for awhile"

"What in the hell makes you think I'd ever think about stopping any time soon?" I asked in surprise, Lamar would never ask me that... ever..."Because man, I'm not gonna keep being your water boy for 12 more shows." He and I laughed, I knew he wasn't serious, but I was scared at least. "Man don't you ever scare me like that again" I punched him so hard I might have dislocated his arm.

He walked with me to where I would be signing autographs, taking pictures and just...well.. pleasing my fans any kind of way I can. Without them I wouldn't be in the position I am in now. so they get all of me for sure.

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