Those White Nike Sneakers

Another Night Of Euphoria

Kovu

Encore! Encore! Encore!

The crowd screamed as they demanded one more song, and to add more intensity their requested they fisted pumped into the air in a very aggressive moment  for me to give into their request. But in all realness, it's not like I didn't want to perform for the fans, because honeslty I would even if it tired me out to the fullest. But right now I'm running on adderall, and amphetamines that my manager gave me for this tour. And I wasn't sure there was any left in me and I was debating inside if I had anything inside of me to do one more song or not. butin the end I said 'f**k it' before shouting into the crowd saying;

"YOU GUYS ASKED FOR IT AND YOU GUYS ARE GONNA GET IT!" and the crowd cheered as I complied to their request, and literally seconds after I agreed the band behind started playing 'Reggae' which resulted in a lot whooping from the audience. Afterall it's my most well known as well as my debut song and my fans knows all of the lyrics to the song and sing along with me every single time I do this live. So I started singing, and it went on like any encore stage that I have had for the past 3 years but than it got to the c****x of the song and I sang it like I always did but all of a sudden I felt weird, my eyes started to roll back into darkness and I could feel my body falling back and even though I was telling myself to not fall back and pull myself together I couldn't and I slowly felt myself falling backwards and my eyelids slowly starting to close even though that wasn't what my brain was telling my body to do at all. But at the last minute, it seemed as if my body woke up and I was able to regain my control over my body and I able to myself up before I inflicted any damage on my body and continued singing but my mind was on the incident that just happened a few seconds ago. But unfortunately I didn't have a lot of time to think about it because I all of a sudden realized that I was getting to the ending and whenever I ended I always did some crazy dance move and so I run towards the end of the stage and jumped into a freeze on the final note. And it was done, my second last stop in my first ever North American Tour was done. Even though that was the case, all my mind I could think about at that moment was that I felt my life flashed before my eyes.

"You were amazing Kovu! Simply amazing!" my manager, Eli Simpson was complementing me in my dressing room. He has been my manager since the day I first signed to my label, and he knows me quite well. I mean more than someone who wasn't part of my family he does know quite a lot. He is an Mexican-Americn man who is in this mid thirties, that is always up for a challenge. Also he pushes me to do a lot better and coordinates my schedules so that I get a variety on it everyday, and grow from the experiece that I'm receiving. So overall you could say that he's a nice guy.

"I couldn't even belive how cool you last encore stage it was-" he stopped what he was saying when felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, and he stood out and pointed out a finger a me to singal me that he needed I signed him back with an okay sign as he made his way out of my dressing room and into the corridor. When he left, I got up from the sofa and went towards my mirror and just started to prep myself for departure which was going to be in a hour or two and hopefully that will pass by very quickly if there isn't a lot of fans wanting autographs. So I wiped the sweat off my face, arms and finally my body, than I took off my stage outfits that I was still in because honestly they're uncomfortable as f**k. After that I changed myself into a pair of blue jeans, a blank white T-shirt, and some red and white sneakers, than I dried my black hair which was in small braids that fell about my face about at the length of my cheekbones.

After I was all cleaned up, I sat back down on the sofa and took out my phone and opened my i********:. Woah! My phone is blowing up with so many mentions and tags in a whole lot of stories and posts. Well, I guess I should like and reply to some lucky fans so that's what I did for like half an hour. After that, I was offically bored again so I lied back down on the sofa and just got into some deep thoughts. And in the process I got back to thinking about my little acccident I had on stage a few hours ago, so I looked back into it a whole lot deeper and at the end of my thoughts I realized that I was utterly confused. Also I wasn't entirey sure if I was ever going to be able to tell anyone about this so I just classified it as a bizzare experience and just went back to feeling bored again, when my manager came bargining into the dressing room asking;

"So ready to leave yet buddy!" he asked me.

"You bet!" I replied and I slinged my back pack on and stood up and we started making our way out of my dressing room and into the corridor where people are starting to take down all the place, and I just walekd pass them and just thanked them for today, and that I would see them tomorrow. And with that we got out of the stadium and there was still a buge pile of fans waiting and I went out of my way to sign some shirts, and take some photos with them. I mean it's the least I can do, considering all of the support they have given me all this time. And so after I did that about 2 minutes I manager dragged back and I waved to all of them as I got into the car, and finally we were off to the hotel.

"You don't always have to do that you know?" my manager said to me as we were riding on the car.

"Do what?" I asked and I looked up from my phone.

"Doing that thing with your fans, and taking selfies with them, and signing autographs for them even when you don't feel like it." he said to him. And honestly, I was really confused on why he thought I had to force myself onto things when in all honesty I generally am very thankful to them.

"I'm not really forcing it though, and honestly I find it very fun and fulfilling to be able to give back something to them." I explained to him.

"If you say so.." he said and that answer really got me thinking so muc because honestly, why would he ever think that? But that was in my mind only for a while since the next thing that I did after that thought was me smiling at a post about a puppy on i********:.

Soon enough we finally arrived at our hotel room,

and got off the car and headed for the back entrance because we were informed that there were some fans waiting at the front, and with that we finally made it into the elevator and we rode it up to the 15th floor which was where both of our rooms were.

"Alright than, lets just call this a night. So I won't seeing off tonight because I'm pretty sure that the both of us are exhausted as hell, so I'm just going to say good night to you here. The only thing is that I want you to make sure that your normal dose of barbiturates for tonight and get some rest. We have one more busy day tomorrow." He said to me.

"Yes sir! And good night to you too." I said back and saluted at him sarcastically, and this earned me not only an eye roll but also a laugh. Than he talked again;

"Alright kiddo, good night." He said and he waved at me before he started walking towards his hotel room, and so did I.

My hotel room was as luxurious as one might thinka celebrity would stay in: a large spacious and soft bed, a walk-in closet forall of my necessities, a complementary champagne on the glass table which I hadindulged in this afternoon, and last but not least a large balcony that I couldoverlook all of Los Angeles. I mean what more could a 20 year old boy ask foram I right? So with that thought I chucked my bag pack onto my bed and strippedmyself of all clothing and made my way into the bathroom to take a nice, long,and hot relaxing bath. The bath was more than relaxing to say the least, andalso I placed 2 bath bombs into the tub so right now I'm feeling fresher than adaisy. And with that I dried myself off and made my way towards the sink to domy skincare routine for the night. Yup, this is a necessity for me being apublic figure meaning that the first thing anyone that was going to see was my physical appearance, so I need to make sure that my skin was in top notch form all the time. And as I was applying toner to a cotton pad and rubbing it into my skin it suddenly took me back to the times when I just released my debut album and I thought that doing this was such as chore which resulted in me complaining endlessly about having to do this even though it was just three steps; toner, moisturizer, and a face mask. And if I were going out in the morning would just substitute it with sunscreen. Thinking about that made me laugh about it because I didn't realize how lazy I was and because of that. So with that thought in mind, I placed my facemask on and than went to lie down on my bed and just lied down there and looked up at the ceiling. After about 20 minutes was over, I took off my mask, and threw it in the bin and just patted the excess product from the mask that was still on my face into my skin my patting on my face softly.

But just as I was in the final stages of my skin care routine, I heard my phone vibrating and so I walked over to the table to see whom it was. Since, I'm pretty sure my manager was fast asleep, so would be texting at this time at night? So I opened my text message, and I saw that it was from an unknown number and it said;

"I left the stuff at the door now." Huh? And I thought about it for a while and than it hit me. Oh s**t! It's here, and just like that my smiling and happy face all of sudden became very serious. I placed my phone back onto the table, and I slowly made my way towards the door. And when I got to the door, I looked through the peephole and saw nobody outside, nothing but an object placed right in front of my doorstep. So I opened the door slowly and I saw a small black department store shopping bag right there. I guess that's the stuff than. I looked to the left of my corridor so double check to see if anyone was there, than I looked to the right. When I saw that the coast is clear I grabbed that bag and shut my door quickly. No one can know about this. It could ruin me.

No, that's not me. I'm not an addict. Never will be. But why can't I go through one day without having to use it? I'm not to blame for this, it started when I was 18 and my label gave me emphatamines, and adderal for me to get through my busy schedules in my first year and than for me to sleep at night barbituates. I don't when it happened but I sooner or later found myself being more and more dependent on the drug and than soon enough i couldn't stop and the effects wouldn't stop. And that led me to experimenting with stronger drugs which led me down the path of weed, and now its cocaine and I have been using it on a daily basis on and off for about a month, and I don't know if I can stop it but I'm not an addict.