“It’s always you.” Tyler shook her head. “And you call me clumsy.”
“Let me find out you stalking me.” Logic grinned as the urge to vomit lessened.
“You wish. I didn’t even know you were here.” She folded her arms across her chest.
“Sure you didn’t.”
“Swear, I’m here with my best friends. We’re celebrating,” Tyler stated excitedly.
“What arewecelebrating?”
“We?”
“Yea, Imma come have a drink with you.”
“And what if Dex was here?”
“I’d still come have a drink with you,” he cockily stated.
“Problematic ass.” She twisted her lips. “Umm, my contract just ended and I decided not to re-sign.”
“You independent?” Logic grinned.
“Yep!”
“Hell yea!” He stepped forward, reaching for a hug. Lifting her arms, Tyler wrapped them around his neck as Logic’s arms roped her waist. Burying her head in his chest, Tyler inhaled as her body relaxed in his arms. Slightly nuzzling her neck, Logic placed a kiss on her cheek before he pulled back.
“I’m proud of you, baby girl.”
“Thank you,” Tyler beamed.
“So no more songs about niggas doing you wrong?”
“Nope,” she giggled. “Anyway, what are you doing hiding in the locker room? You a pimp on the side or something?”
“Fuck outta here,” Logic chortled. “I’m supposed to be performing.”
“Really? That’s exciting!” Tyler exclaimed, reaching out to touch his chest.
“Yea.” He slyly glanced at her hand before she snatched it away.
“Hmmm, you’re not giving excited. What’s wrong?”
“Not trying to sound all soft and shit, but this my first time doing this. This rapping on stage is blowing me.”
“I get it.” Tyler pushed the loose strands of hair behind her ear. “When I moved from behind the camera and started performing on stage, I was a nervous wreck.”
“And now?”
“I block out the world, get up there and sing my heart out because being on stage is my safe place. I can be whatever I want to be up there. It’s like having a superpower. If you want, I can help you.”
“How?”
“Rap to me.”
“What?”
“My section is right across from the stage. Just focus on me and ignore the background noise.”
