Nicki & Cyn (Lesbian)

chapter 1

C: oooh giirrl this my shiiiit !

K: I can tell.

I swear while I was doing my dance Nicki looked dead at me. We were looking dead in each others eyes. A couple of minutes later the song ended and Beyonce exited the stage.

Then Nicki started to sing wamables. Out of no where I heard gunshots and screaming , Nicki instantly got drug off the stage and some how I ended up back stage. All I felt was this large muscular man grab me and put me there. I had lost kiana but luckily I got her phone number so I sent her a text.

C- Hey its cyn. I was just texting to check on you. Text me and let me know if your okay. - 11:56

Out of no where the same man that grabbed me earlier grabbed me again and started dragging me to somewhere. I started beating his ass.

C: * punching him * let me go bastard !

Man: Ma'am hold your horses ! Mrs. Minaj wants to see you !

C: What ?

Man: see ?

He takes me into this room and I see THE Nicki Minaj sitting in front of a mirror and staring at me .

N: Thank you Brutus.

B: No problem Mrs.Minaj.

N:* turning around * you can go now sir .

B: Oh yes , right.

Brutus leaves the room and it's just me and Nicki staring at each other in silence .

C: well since your not gonna say anything I will. Why am I here ?

N:well , Mrs. smarty pants you came to the concert on your own.

C: I meant here , in your dressing room.

N: I just wanted to see if you were alright.

C: ohh, well yes , I'm alright.

N: okay . so ... What's your name ?

C: cynthia , Cynthia Santana but people call me cyn.

N: ohh , Cynthia ? A Beautiful name to match a beautiful face. Can I call you cyn ?

C:* blushing * sure .

N: why are you blushing ?

C: you just called me beautiful.

N: well its true.

C: well thank you " Mrs.maraj " your not so bad yourself.

N: thank you. But call me Nicki or anything.

C: umm ... Okay Nicki. What are you gonna do now ?

N: what do you mean ?

C: I mean are you gonna finish the concert ?

N: no .

C: why ?

N: because everyone left after the gun shots .

C: ohh . well that was a waste of money.

N: well it doesn't have to be .

C: what do you mean ?

N: I can give you a private concert.

C: oh really ?

N: mmhmm. Would you like that ?

C: of course.

N: okay , just sit back and relax . what song do you want me to sing.

C: your part of feeling myself. I love that song.