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I don’t mind constructive criticism (as long as it’s fair and non-insulting) from readers if you have any tips, ideas for me to improve, but I will not tolerate disrespect of any kind! I’m too old for “internet beef” so if you don’t like my story then please feel free to stop reading. Write your own if you must, but do not leave me any rude comments! They’ll be deleted! This is my story and it’ll progress at my pace! I’m going to reference the 2009 incident in this story, so if that makes you uncomfortable, don’t read! I like to write in a way that I imagine that people who may not know Chris/Rihanna (or what happened) to get a better grasp at where I’m going. This work of fiction is loosely based on facts! If you’re not familiar with the bolded/underlined terms, welcome to 2012. This is an age where information is literally at your fingertips! Google them. If you’re still confused about the way I’m pacing my story, go back to chapter 1 and re-read (if you read them the first time) my author’s notes.
Sorry about the rant.
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Love… Chapter 7
Later that night once Mijo returned home, Chris lay on his bed and drowned his sorrows with alcohol and southern-grown marijuana. He inhaled the lit, illegal herb with one hand and sipped Grey Goose straight from the bottle with the other. Everything about his future with Rihanna came crashing down hours ago. The singer was aware that he broke things off for good with the pop star, but he always figured that she’d be around as usual. Once again Chris allowed his selfishness to take over and he took Rihanna for granted… again. Now that it appears she’s moved on, it was he who was stuck.
What’s a man to do?
“Chris I wish you’d just tell me what’s wrong.” Karrueche lay naked next to Chris stroking his bare chest. He only wore a pair of Calvin Klein boxer-briefs and a frown. Ever since Karrueche and Seiko returned from their shopping trip, his girlfriend had been asking him repeatedly about what was troubling him. She noticed his sour disposition and she wanted him to confide in her.
Taking another puff of his joint before passing it to her, the R&B star replied, “I already told you, nothin’s wrong. I’m cool.”
“Well whatever it is, I hope we can make you feel better.” Seiko, who was just as nude as her best friend spoke. She lay on Chris’ other side caressing his arm. She trailed soft kisses from his chest down to the waistband of his boxer-briefs before slowly peeling the fabric back. His erection sprang to life and the television star caught it with her hand.
Her dark brown eyes locked with Chris’ gaze. “We have the remedy…” Seiko told him before she and Karrueche, who passed the joint back to her boyfriend, lowered their heads to his hardness to take care of him.
Remaining silent, Chris continued to nurse his drink and weed while his girls perform their oral task.
*****
Rihanna returned to the US a day ago now she sat in the offices of Def Jam Records in New York City. She waited in a conference room to speak to her manager about her upcoming promotional stop in Australia for her new movie Battleship. The pop star knew Jay-Z didn’t really care about her trip to Australia eleven days away. She knew he was here to discuss the rumors floating around about her live performance with her ex-boyfriend that same weekend.
Ever since word got out that both Rihanna and Chris Brown would be in the same continent during the same week, people have been speculating whether or not the former couple would perform onstage. Chris was headlining Australia’s biggest urban music concert Supafest, and fans voiced their support for them to perform onstage. If it were to happen it would be their first time performing together in more than four years.
Rihanna hadn’t contacted Chris in several weeks since he first sent her the roses and bracelet. She still hadn’t worn the bracelet publicly, but kept it with her at all times in her handbag. She didn’t want her former flame to see her still pining for him in any way. The pop star also noticed that he hadn’t tried to contact her in a week. There were no more subliminal Twitter messages, text messages, Direct Messages, or phone calls. Chris even changed his Twitter profile picture from the Vincent van Gogh painting to a black and white photo of him dressed in eighties fashion.
Their game of cat and mouse has long since worn out its welcome with Rihanna. She was no longer upset with Chris—she was simply, officially tired. She was tired of the constant back and forth; she was tired of them professing their love for each other, but nothing being done about it. She was tired of sneaking around and doing everything in her power to prove how much she truly loved Chris and him not putting in any effort in returning it. So she moved on. The Bajan didn’t know what the future held for either of them, but she didn’t wish for anything bad to happen to her ex-boyfriend.
However if the stars were aligned in the fans’ favor…
Her back was to the conference room’s door when she heard it open and shut in place. Rihanna didn’t even bother to turn around because she already knew who entered the room. Mentally she rolled her eyes and impatiently waited for the rapper to approach the table to speak to her.
Jay-Z dressed in a three-piece, charcoal-gray Marc Jacobs’ suit and black silk tie. He looked very much like the wealthy powerful businessman the world knew him as. To Rihanna, he was nothing more than a thorn in her side. Her days of admiring the narcissistic musician were long gone the moment he showed his true colors three years ago.
During her earlier days in New York when she was nothing more than a struggling teenager with a dream of superstardom, the heavens blessed her with an opportunity to audition for then-Def Jam’s president Jay-Z. To perform for one of the biggest urban record companies and one of the biggest rappers on the planet was a dream come true for the 16-year-old Barbadian.
It was an overwhelming experience, but Rihanna managed to wow the rapper into signing her. The rest as they say was history. After her public altercation with Chris Brown, Jay-Z became a possessive, obsessive dictator. Suddenly Rihanna’s life was more important than the lives of him and his wife. He refused to listen to her when she begged him to leave Chris alone after everything. Jay-Z threatened her career if she tried to interfere with his workings. Eventually she folded and has regretted it since. It was a part of her that ate her up inside, however Rihanna managed to ignore it.
Once Jay-Z found out that she reconciled with Chris and briefly rekindled her romance with him this year, he became the dictator he was in 2009. He made threats to her career again and to prove his point, he began to promote Rita Ora.
Rihanna didn’t care. He managed to pull the strings on her life once before, she’d die before she’ll allow him to control her again. For the moment the pop star was going to play her role until the right time, and then everything in Jay-Z’s life will come crashing down. She’d see to that.
He sat on the opposite end of the long, rectangular table and sternly faced his artist. Rihanna crossed her legs in her knee-length, black pencil skirt and matched his stare head-on. She folded her hands in her lap and asked, “Well?”
Resting his elbows on the table Jay-Z said, “I know you already know about the rumors about you and that fuck nigga performing onstage in Australia.”
Rihanna rolled her eyes at her manager’s comment. Since 2009 Jay-Z refused to speak Chris’ name and he knew it pissed her off. The pop star couldn’t understand Jay-Z’s dilemma. He had a reputation of putting his hands on multiple women multiple times in his past. Chris committed a one-time act at the age of nineteen; Jay-Z committed the same act various times with different women after the age of thirty. To Rihanna it made him look like a hypocrite and that disgusted her.
“I don’t keep up with the blogs, Jay,” was Rihanna’s response.
Ignoring her blatant lie, the rapper continued. “I spoke to that nigga’s peoples and they don’t have a problem with you performing with him at Supafest.”
The Bajan’s face softened as bewilderment overwhelmed her. Is this nigga serious? What’s his game? What can he gain from this? Leaning back in her seat, Rihanna studied her manager’s face, looking for any signs of humor in the lines that creased his skin. There were none. She uncrossed and re-crossed her legs before replying.
“And what’s in it for you? Last I recalled you hated Chris, and you hated the thought of he and I being in the same room together. Now you’re telling me it’s okay if we perform together? Bullshit.”
“It’s not bullshit.” Jay-Z reclined in his soft leather chair and exhaled heavily. “It’s simple. We don’t mind if you two perform together as long as it’s outside American soil. It’s simple; there’s a huge demand from a bunch of dumbasses that wanna see you two live. The chances of there being a large backlash aren’t as great outside the US, unlike if you two were to get on stage together here.”
The reason her manager provided didn’t make sense to the songstress. She simply chalked it up to old age and the delusion that came with it. There would still be public backlash if she and Chris performed in New York or Bangladesh. The internet would still provide pictures and videos of their performance, and thus everyone will voice their opinion about their live reunion.
“You didn’t answer my other question, Jay.” Rihanna noted. “What’s in it for you?”
“I have nothing to gain from this,” Jay-Z stated simply. “If you don’t wanna perform with him, I don’t blame you. And did I forget to tell you that I think you’re doing a great job at keeping away from that loser? Me and Beyoncé are proud of you for taking our advice.”
Advice? Don’t make me laugh! Rihanna thought unbelievingly. You two threatened me with an ultimatum and a new artist! There’s a fucking difference! And now this nigga’s patronizing me!
“I’ll do it.” Even though it’s been weeks since she and Chris had spoken to each other, the thought of performing with her ex-boyfriend again made her excited. She briefly wondered if it’d be like old times when they were touring together.
“Tell Chris’ people that I don’t mind performing with him… that is if he doesn’t mind.” She quickly added.
Jay-Z rested his chin in his palm and tried to read his artist’s expression. Her face remained emotionless but he knew deep inside she was feeling some way about reuniting with Chris Brown live.
“I spoke with Tina,” the rapper righted himself in his seat again, referring to Chris Brown’s manager Tina Davis. “She let me know that he said he didn’t mind performing with you, too.” Jay-Z could’ve sworn he saw what appeared to be a glimmer of emotion in Rihanna’s green eyes, but as quickly as it came it disappeared.
“Then it’s settled. You’ll be performing on April 14th in Brisbane for one night only.” He emphasized the words ‘one night only’ to get his point across to Rihanna. “After the show you immediately return to LA on the 15th. Got it?”
Rihanna raised her eyebrow in confusion and said, “I have less than two weeks to prepare. How am I supposed to be ready to perform with such little time?”
“If it was Beyoncé she wouldn’t complain,” Jay-Z retorted.
Even though she didn’t let it show, Rihanna seethed. Whenever something bothered her, the rapper would always compare her to his wife. He usually said things that made his wife seem like the harder worker and her, the trailing slacker. It was unbecoming and the pop star was sick of it.
“Here are the details,” Jay-Z retrieved an envelope from his breast pocket and slid it towards the songstress. Before she had a chance to open it he continued. “You’ll leave tonight for LA, and then fly out to Australia afterwards for rehearsals tomorrow. I’ve spoken with Jennifer and she’ll fill you in on all of the details as far as what that fuck nigga wants you to do for his show. You can leave now.”
Rihanna blocked most of what Jay-Z said from her mind when she stood and left his office. She was eager to speak to her personal assistant and longtime friend, Jennifer Rosales. She wanted to know more about what Chris expected from their performance. More importantly, the wheels in her head begin to turn once she started to formulate a plan to get her ex-boyfriend’s full attention. The game of cat and mouse was back on.
When I’m done with Chris, he’ll come crawling back to me.
Jay-Z silently watched his protégée exit his office. He knew that she eagerly anticipated her live onstage reunion with Chris, even though she managed to hide it. What he didn’t tell her was that once the news would get out about them performing together in Australia, her career would be in jeopardy. People were going to boycott her music and movies and give her the same treatment they give Chris. Rihanna wouldn’t have any choice but to come crawling back to him asking him to repair her broken career. It was then he intended to break her down—for good.
That girl needs to be taught a lesson.
He picked up his desk phone and made a call. Once he heard a voice on the other line speak he told that person, “It’s been done. She just left. Go ahead and make the call.”
*****
“Hello and thank you for tuning into Entertainment Tonight. I’m your host, Nancy O’Dell and I’m here to bring you exclusive news about Supafest in Australia less than two weeks away.
“It appears the rumors circling around about former couple Chris Brown and Rihanna performing at onstage are true. That’s right ladies and gentlemen you heard it here first! Despite their violent domestic past, Chris Brown and Rihanna have apparently set aside their differences to team up together and perform live in front thousands down under.
“We have exclusive information from credible sources that tell us they’ll be performing for one night only in Brisbane. It appears the management of both artists are okay with them performing as long as it is outside of America. This will be the couple’s first performance together since that tragic night three years ago before the Grammys. Wow! I’m speechless right now! What do you make of this, Mark?”
*****
Chris used the remote to turn off his television. He was resting by himself in his hotel room in Brisbane after a strenuous day of rehearsals, staring dumfounded at the blank television screen. It was barely two days ago when he got the okay from Rihanna’s people about her performing live with him. He was shocked when he found out that Rihanna agreed since they haven’t seen nor spoken to each other for some time.
He wanted to keep the details of her surprise performance under lock and key, but somehow the information was leaked. Chris was worried if this could possibly affect him and Rihanna sharing the same stage again. He already imagined the protesters from domestic violence groups picketing outside the concert, and people throwing things at them on stage.
Oh well. Wha’s done is done. Fuck ‘em! Pulling out his phone from his pocket, Chris logged on Twitter to hesitantly see what everyone in Team Breezy was saying about Supafest.
OMG! I cant believe @chrisbrown & @rihanna r gonna be @ supafest! Mad I cant go!
Glad I got my tix 2 see @rihanna and @chrisbrown #CAKE
@chrisbrown @rihanna #SUPAFEST2012 #CAKE #TUTM
Fuck that woman beater @chrisbrown. I hope he beat that slut @rihanna’s ass again!
Some1 record #SUPAFEST2012 and put it on youtube! #chrianna
Fuck you Karrottop! @karrueche #chrianna #SUPAFEST2012
#TEAMBREEZY #RIHANNANAVY #BREEZYNAVY #CHRIANNA #SUPAFEST2012
I just spent sum of my life savings 2 c @chrisbrown & @rihanna #SUPAFEST2012
Forgive. #letgoandletGod #SUPAFEST2012
Chris Brown added the last two tweets to his favorites. There were a few people who didn’t agree with them performing together, but it seemed the majority ruled. The Worldwide Trending Topics were #CAKE, #TUTM, #SUPAFEST2012, and #chrianna. Fans were eager to see him live with Rihanna, again. Out of curiosity he checked the Twitter page of Supafest’s director John Denison to see what was happening.
@realjohndenison Brisbane #supafest2012 tix just sold out!
“What? Tha’s crazy!” Chris hollered in disbelief. “ET jus’ reported this shit not even five minutes ago! Damn!”
Hope began to flow through his body at the thought of Brisbane welcoming him and his ex-girlfriend onstage again. It’s been many years since they shared the stage, but perhaps everything will work itself out in the end.
*****
During their rehearsals Rihanna and Chris were distant. Neither artist spoke to the other, but they remained cordial to keep the ambiance professional. Initially the tension between their respective camps was thick considering everything that happened three years ago, but after the days past, everyone (except Seiko and Karrueche) warmed up to each other again, and Chris noticed that it was starting to feel like old times again.
Melissa and Mijo were playing pranks on one another, Kevin McCall, who was going to perform with Chris, introduced himself to Rihanna’s best friend and Chris suspected his artist was trying to flirt with her. Even more surprising he noticed Melissa reciprocating. Jennifer was running around like a chicken with its head cut off much to the amusement of everyone around her, and his manager Tina still took on the role of ‘mother’ even though no one listened to her.
The only thing that was out of place was Rihanna and Chris not communicating with each other outside of rehearsals. He wanted to reach out to her and further explain himself, but she wasn’t having it. Also it would’ve been difficult with Karrueche and Seiko constantly around him, anyway. Despite the tension he shared with his ex-girlfriend, rehearsals were fun.
Supafest is gonna be interestin’ this year. Chris couldn’t help but smile at the thought as he continued to look at everyone around him.
*****
Chris Brown spoke to the audience after performing “Beautiful People” in Brisbane’s RNA Showgrounds. He was the last performer at Supafest after all of the other artists did their sets, and it was after 10:15PM. The concert was scheduled to end at 10:30PM and many people started to doubt whether Rihanna was going to really sing with him.
“How y’all doin’ out ther’, Brisbane?”
The audience responded with a series of shouts, cheers, and some boos from the restless people who wanted to see Rihanna.
“Tha’s wha’s up!” Chris wiped the sweat from his forehead and smoothed the curls back from his short, freshly platinum-dyed hair. “I know it’s gettin’ late and I promised y’all a helluva show. Y’all won’t be disappointed!”
Another round of applause and cheers erupted from the restless crowd. “I love you, Chris!” One blonde-haired woman shouted over the boisterous noise.
“I love you, too!” Chris told her, giving her one of his handsome, boyish grins.
“Oh my God! Chris told me he love me!” She clutched her friend’s shoulders and cried while excitement washed over her.
Chuckling lightly the singer continued. “Speakin’ of love, ther’s this song I wrote and it’s ‘bout bein’ in a love triangle. How many of y’all out ther’ tonight have been in a relationship, but loved someone else?”
Many people in the audience cheered in support of Chris. Others cheered because they knew he was referring to his famous ex-girlfriend.
“Yeah, me too.” Chris’ grin widened when the cheers became chants of “Rih-an-na! Rih-an-na! Rih-an-na!”
Wiping his forehead again, the singer told everyone, “I’m gonna dedicate this song to two people—one—tha’ certain someone—”
The chants of “Rih-an-na” became more loud and demanding.
“two—my inspiration, my fallen hero Michael Jackson.” Immediately the chants of “Rih-an-na” were replaced by “Mich-ael! Mich-ael! Mich-ael!”
DJ Babey Drew played the instrumental to Michael Jackson’s hit, “Human Nature” and Chris’ dancers started their routine with the singer leading. He stopped dancing to pace in front of the stage and sing to the crowd.
“You make it hard for me,
To see somebody else… I’m callin’ her your name, And yeah it’s messed up, ‘Cause I’m thinkin’ ‘bout you!”The crowd joined in and shouted the lyrics to his song in unison, all thoughts of Rihanna forgotten for Chris’ Michael Jackson tribute.
“It’s your fault babe,
I never wanted us to break up, No not this way! But you don’t understand it…”The music paused and the entire arena blackened. It was completely dark in the building to the point where the concert-goers couldn’t see their hands in front of their faces. Many relied on their mobile phones for light; it was still difficult to see the stage. There were boos and obscenities shouted when more than two minutes elapsed and nothing changed.
“I want my money back!”
“Chris Brown you suck!”
“Fuck this shit!”
Suddenly the large projector screen came to life and Rihanna’s silver R emblem flashed across it. A single spotlight lit the tall staircase and a small-framed woman was slowly being raised on a platform. Once her body came into view, the audience saw the Barbadian wearing Chris Brown’s zipper-styled Fortune hoodie in navy blue with the hood covering her head. On the front of the hoodie was the Fortune characters emblazoned in Swarovski crystals. Her feet were covered in a pair of Maison Martin Margiela silver metallic sneakers.
The pop star stood still for several minutes while she took in all of the love, support, and cheers from Supafest’s crowd.
“Oh my God! I didn’t think she would come, but she came!” One person cried.
“I can die happy now!” Another screamed.
Slowly Rihanna descended the staircase, purposefully taking her time to get down to the stage. Each step lit in navy blue light with every step she took. Once the songstress made it to the stage all the lights came on at once. She stood in front of the crowd and paused, once again reveling in the energy emanating from the audience.
After several minutes passed by, Rihanna held her Swarovski crystal microphone to her lips and belted out in acapella the lyrics to the remix of “She Ain’t You”.
“No I don’t…
Because when you had me, You didn’t know how to treat me… You thought my love would be right here. And that’s what I said…”She pulled the microphone from her lips and looked out at the thousands of screaming fans and smiled. The nostalgia was overwhelming and it gave Rihanna a warm, comforting feeling inside. I forgot what this felt like. Damn this feels good.
Chris stood next to Rihanna and stared at her slack-jawed, ignoring the crowd. He was surprised to see she wore one of his customized Fortune hoodies and nothing else. It was completely unexpected. He already felt himself getting aroused as he wondered what she had on underneath.
Remembering he had a show to put on, the singer shook his head free of his lust for his ex-girlfriend and turned towards his DJ. “DJ Babey Drew, kick tha’ sh-i-i-it,” he hollered into his microphone.
Chris’ DJ played the record for “She Ain’t You” so the music continued to pump through the large speakers on the ends of the stage. The crowd moved their arms in the air while dancing to the beat of the old school/new school track.
*****
Irrelevant facts: I cannot stop listening to the Backstreet Boys’ albums Millennium and Black & Blue. I wanna go to Supafest and I’m about to watch Static Shock. I wouldn’t expect for the average Chrianna fan to even know what that is.
I wonder if Chris and Rihanna should have sex in the next chapter. Hmm…
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