The Tour

Chapter 7

Later that day

“Britney…we need to talk…it’s VERY important.” Mandah spoke to Britney who was sitting on a high stool in front of a mirror, getting her hair done by her hired hair dresser.

“Girl, can it wait.” she spoke in frustration. “I see if it was about Justin…then I wouldn’t mind taking out a minute to listen to what you have to say…that’s SO important.”

“Well…” she moved in closer to her. “It IS about Justin.” her eyes lit up.

“Really? Tell me, tell me.” she reacted in a child like manner.

“Okay.” she pulled out chair and took a seat beside her. “Now…I’m gonna warn you…you WON’T like what I’m about to say to you.” she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Justin asked me to marry him, and I said yeah.” she slurred her words.

“Huh? Wait…hold up. Now…slow down. I didn’t understand what you just said. Repeat it, but….more slower.” she sighed, and held her head down.

“Alright. Um…Justin…Justin…”

“Yeah? Did someone call me?” they hastily looked up to stare at Justin.

“Oh…tell me later. Any way…how are you doing, Justin?” Britney spoke sweetly.

“Um…I’m doing fine.” he glared at Mandah, and smiled. “Hey.” he grasped her hands and pulled her up from her seat. “How’s my fiancé doing?” she squinted her eyes closed.

“Shit.” she mumbled.

“Excuse me? Did you just say fiancé? What fiancé?” Mandah gave him the look to keep quiet.

“What? You didn’t tell her? I thought you said you were gonna tell her.” he whispered.

“I am. Um…” she sighed and turned to face Britney. “You heard inaccurately. He didn’t say that. He said…”

“Brit…we have to get you dressed. You’re on in ten minutes.” her manager interrupted.

“Okay. Hey…tell me the story later. I gotta get ready. See ya’ later.” they watched her exit the room. Mandah sighed of relief, and locked eyes with Justin.

“Damn. You have a big mouth.” she spat out.

“Sorry. Ahaha.” he laughed. She shook her head pathetically and brushed pass him, exiting the room.

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Britney and her dancers all headed towards the stage area. Mandah stood behind the curtain with Justin as they watched her and the gang head their way. “Hey, Mandah.” she greeted.

“What’s up? Um…” she glanced at Justin who gave her a persuasive look. “We need to REALLY talk”

“Aw man. Now? But I have a show to do. It can’t wait until after?” she complained.

“I’m afraid not. It’s about…Justin and I. Um…maybe this would…give you a clue.” she held out her hand. Britney gasped as her eyes lit up.

“OMG! You’re engaged? To who?” she asked while grasping her hand.

“Um…” she bit the bottom of her lip and glanced at Justin. Britney held a peculiar look as she tried to put the puzzle together.

“Wait…a minute.” she released her hand and scratched her chin in thought. “This is NOT…what I think this is. You and Justin?” she held her head down in guilt. “I can’t…believe you.” her eyes slowly filled up with solution. “I thought you were my best friend?” she looked up to stare in her diluted eyes.

“I am.” she shook he head no. “Brit…it’s not like you had a thing before.” suddenly, she slapped her across the face. Everyone stared in complete fright.

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t wanna hear it. You’re not my friend. You’re JUST like those HATERS OUT THERE!” she raised her voice while pointing to the curtains.

“Britney…I’m…sorry. I…” she began to cry silently. “I’m sorry.” she turned and ran down the hall.

“Damn, Brit.” Justin shook his head pathetically as he followed the way Mandah went.