Two people, on two different waves in life. An icon who is desperately trying to reinvent himself. While this overlooked prodigy is forced to come out of her shell to help this arrogant superstar remind people exactly who the hell he is!
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Savon
"Hello?" I answered the phone groggy as hell at 4 AM.
"Pack your bags, you got a flight to catch at 6 AM, we need to be in Atlanta for an appearance. I'll be out there for a couple weeks so pack enough clothes." Chris sounded like he been up all day.
"Nigga what?" Completely confused I had no idea why he ain't say this shit hours ago. "Why you just now telling me?"
"Last minute business, just get ready, I'll send a car for you. They'll be awaiting outside. The whole team going, just so you know."
"Alright, alright! Damn, I'll be ready."
Can't believe he sprung this on me hella last minute! Since he told me the occasion, I packed everything I needed in my Fendi suitcase. By the time the car arrived, I had enough time to brush my teeth. I was way too tired to put on makeup. I'll put it on when I get there.
Before stepping out I made sure that I had everything. Arming the house, I made sure the security cameras displayed everything on my phone before I left. Dressed completely down, I was prepared for this four hour flight. When I arrived to the tarmac, Chris was standing outside his private jet smoking a cigarette.
He walked me up the stairs where we waited for one more person to join us. Tired as hell, I found me a comfortable spot in the cut. Throwing my shades on, the flight attendant handed me a blanket, and my ass was ready to knock back out.
For whatever reason, these niggas was loud as hell too damn early in the morning. I couldn't go to sleep if I wanted to. Thank god when the last person boarded they settled down, Chris said a prayer.
"Thank you Heavenly Father, we thank you for gathering us all together. We ask that you are the very wings of this plane and get us there and back safe and sound. In your name we pray, amen."
Back in my seat I nestled snug with my blanket. The small banter had began to rise, since I've only spent time privately with Chris, I never gave myself the chance to meet other members of his team. Although I'm usually reserved, the last thing I wanted was for them to think that I had a stank attitude. I'm sure they already became presumptuous that I'm fucking him.
There was another female apart of the team, she was stealing glances from me till she finally said what she needed. "Hey, I don't think we personally met before, only in passing. I'm Narobi!" She spoke with a British accent. "From the bottom of our heart we offer our deepest condolences for Felish. She used to have all the trips turnt out and was definitely about her business."
"Oh shit, that's right!" A taller man with dreads they called Blick spoke next. "Chris got you locked away in the studio that I didn't get a chance to greet you, my name is Blick and I'm whatever you need me to be. Anything you need, I got you."
