One Night Only –La Fin–

By: Gena 

11:13am, an incoming text message from him.“I have a show tonight and would love to treat you and your friends. I promise you’ll never forget it.”

12:00pm,  an outgoing text message from her.“I’d love too. Let me check with my friends to see if they have plans. 

12:00:45pm, an outgoing text message from her. “Biiiiitccccchhhh, he has a show! He wants us to come!  

12:32pm, an incoming text message from the group chat. “Omg. Omg. Where is the show ? What time?”

12:34pm, an outgoing text message from her. “7pm, and like a 20 min drive”. 

Long story short, the girls had other plans. She texted another friend who was down to ride. He told her that there would be two tickets waiting at will call for her. She was so excited that she could barely breathe. “Too much good shit happening in one day” she thought to herself. “ Am I gonna die?”

After several hours of several hundred wardrobe changes, seventy thousand hairstyles, and 17 sprays of expensive perfume’, she was almost 1 hour late and ready to go to the show. They arrive at will call to get the tickets. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, as she sat in her seat, just a couple rows from the stage.

He was a performing artist, that from the looks of it, had sold out shows. He performed his ass off to an audience full of white older couples. She was totally in her element! She watched, mesmerized, by the sweat that dripped from his body, as his sloppy bun bounced in unison to the live music, while his feet struck the stage,as if they were a pair of perfect percussion instruments. She wanted to pull his strings! And nothing could tell her otherwise.

The show was almost over and it was time for closing remarks. Dorian thanked the audience for supporting the last sold out show of his tour. He gave shoutouts to his crew. “Before I go, will somebody come take a picture of us?,” he asked to the audience. “Be careful not to look at my texts, I have a few special young ladies I invited tonight.” The audience laughed, but she was way hype. “I’M ONE OF ‘EM,” she wanted to scream out.

The show was over. The two girls left to go grab some dinner, nearby.

11:13pm, an outgoing text to him. “Your show was so dope! Thank you so much. My friend and I  truly enjoyed ourselves.”

They drive to an Italian restaurant to sit and eat.

11:32pm, a delayed outgoing text from her. “ Hey, wassup, just left a concert, at dinner now,” she sends to the security guard. He calls her.

She answers. “What are you doing,”  he asked. “I just told you. My friend and I just got to dinner from a  show that she invited me too,” she responded. “Oh. How was your day?” he asked.  “Fine. you? How was your little date?” she asked.  pause. They were not exclusive and he claimed the girl was just a friend.

“It was cool. Nothing special,” he said. “Okay cool,” she responded as if she didn’t give two fucks, but she did. “What time you’re going to be done dinner?” he asked. “I’m not sure, but I’ll call you back” she told him. After they hung up, she checked her messages hoping to see something from Dorian. Nothing.

She got distracted from an incoming phone call from her best friend. “Hey boo,” she answered. Ummm….It look like {security guard} had a good date,” said her best friend. She was the mole watching him from snapchat. “I just got off the phone from him, what happened?” she said.

 “Well she’s definitely not cute. I mean she’s not ugly but she’s not cute. Plus they seemed like they were barely engaging with each other. From the looks of the snap, her back was turned,” said her best friend.

“ What do you mean disinterested, like, do they look like a couple?” she asked. 

“I mean, define couple,” said her bestfriend.  “Are they hugged up, like what happened?!?!?!,” she responded frustrated. “Well to me, they don’t. I mean I don’t know. Did he post something on IG? ” her best friend asked.

“No, just of him. Not of them. I need details, was there a caption or something?” she asked

. “There was…..but I don’t know how to tell you this…. Don’t get mad,”  her best friend said. “ WHAT,” she screamed.  “They were kinda, sorta hearts across the screen,”  her nervous best friend stated. “ And they were kinda coupled up. IDK. Fuck him he ain’t shit. You don’t need him.”

She hung up the phone. Clips of previous conversations  they had about this EXACT SAME girl, flickered in her head. How could she be so stupid? The IG WCW shout out, the obsession with bringing up their friendship, and her daughter! The change of subject, every time she asked if they were talking or really just friends. Her ears got hot. She was so angry, her feelings were too numb to even feel hurt.

12:04am, an outgoing text from her. “You were right, we should slow things down. You are a disgusting ass liar. You KNOW my best friend follows you on snapchat and you just blatantly disrespected me like that? I honestly don’t even know why I wasted my life on you. Honestly, I hope you’ re happy with that basic bitch. She’s perfect for a basic ass man like yourself. Y’all can be basic together. Thank you for nothing. Take care.”

She felt sick to her stomach, almost like the feeling of stupidity had settled in and consumed her entire physical being.Her friends warned her about this happening, but of course she didn’t listen. She was too excited about him to allow them to bring her down. For the first time, she was on the other side like the friends she counseled, feeling tricked and used.. Tears had started rolling down her face from the frustration.

12:13am, an incoming text from Dorian. “I’m glad you enjoyed the show. Thank you for coming. I have a table at this club. Here is the address. Please come through before I leave. I pull out tomorrow and I need to see you.” 

The text of the night finally came through!,  and yet, she was too consumed in bullshit to respond. There was no way she could go anywhere, looking and feeling this way. So, this ……..happened.

12:23am, an outgoing text to him. “Thank you for having me. Damn, I wish I would’ve known, I just pulled up at home. Is there any way we can meet up before you leave? 

“You idiot. You gonna turn down a celebrity over this fool!” she thought to her self. 

She wanted to kick herself. The moment she said “fuck it”  in her mind and decided to go, this happened….

1:03am, an incoming text from him. “ LOL! Okay. Well wish you could come. No, I’m leaving pretty early. Take care.” 

“Ouch! It’s too late” she thought to herself.

 1:05am, an outgoing text from her. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t come. Maybe I can call you tomorrow? 

11:55am, the next day. No response.  Fantasy with the celebrity millionaire, ended. 

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