Chapter 22

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The night of the big concert planned by the Fenty twins has finally arrived and I am so excited to get back on stage. I've been slowly making the necessary steps to my musical comeback but I'm just hoping that what happened in Vegas will stay in Vegas.  

I cannot afford to have any of these girls ruining things for me especially since I left them behind in Vegas. I have not spoken to any of them since and  I have even been ignoring Jada's calls. I have been doing all of this because I have been working hard to make sure that the media will not release any information on the arrests. Assault is not a good offence to have on your record and it's definitely something that I don't want on mine. 

I initially thought about getting ready for the concert at home because I wanted to avoid the girls but in the end, I decided that I will get ready at the venue. I will be sharing a dressing room with Tamar so it shouldn't be too bad.

As I walk into the Staples Center, I am very surprised to see that backstage is full of people who will not be performing

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As I walk into the Staples Center, I am very surprised to see that backstage is full of people who will not be performing. Granted that they all have VIP passes, I am really not up for being drawn into a conversation. I'm already annoyed that my original outfit that I planned to wear was not delivered on time.

I am equally surprised to see Nicole and Natalie with Michael. I don't even know if I invited Michael here but he is holding a bunch of white roses.

"Jelena." Michael looks up at me with a smile which I return. "I got you these, they're for good luck."

I accept the flowers before I pull him in for a hug, "Thanks Mike."

I pull away from Michael as I spot Lance and Gia walking towards the VIP area with a group. I did not invite any of them so why they are here, I really don't know and I am praying that they're not here to see me. 

"Fuck my life." I mutter to myself.

" I mutter to myself

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