16 Blanc (2/2)

I took out my cellphone out and checked the time.

6:26 P.M.

Not very long now.

Thinking that, I closed my eyes.

”You know, I never liked this part of you.”

I recognized that voice. I had heard this voice for four years. I had heard this voice all over radio.

But why was I listening to this voice now?

I looked up and saw Priscilla sitting next to me.

She was wearing her grey sweatsuit and sports shoes.

”Why are you not in the booth?”

”Eh, Cline gave me a break for today. He also said that you were a fluke as a songwriter.”

”Well, the secret is out. Does a sorry suffice?”

”Not quite. It means that the foundation of my talent was a lie, doesn't it?”

I looked at her face. Her eyes were blank like a white sheet of paper.

”You really like playing with me, don't ya Mad?”, Priscilla said in a tone I was not aware of.

It was rage.

”Go home, P. you have a life to take care of, and that is not my life.”

”Was all that we did meaningless, Madonna? Was every moment you spent exploring my body and my soul another one of your tricks and lies?”

”You have learned to ask vague questions Priscilla. I'm proud.”

”I don't need you to be proud. I need you to come home.”

I gathered my lost spirit and replied,” That's not my home anymore. I have someplace to be…”

There was an announcement about the boarding of my flight which had opened.

I stood up and picked my handbag,” …And you cant stop me.”

I turned as I finished that sentence. I couldn't face Priscilla as I kicked my love off the cliff.

”Wait!” She screamed behind me, ”What the fuck did you come in my life for if you were going to leave it in the shreds in the end?”

I turned to look at Priscilla's red face.

”What the hell did you say? Shreds? Look around you Priscilla. You have a life everyone else can only imagine. You have more money that anyone present around you. I gave you this career on a silver platter.” I wasn't using my indoor voice anymore.

”With lies. You trampled my dreams to set the foundation for this.” Priscilla didn't back down.

”Get real Priscilla. You prefer bouncing off your tits in a skin-tight suit hitting a ball for your life. It wouldn't take long for you to end up between a coach's legs requesting not to bench you in the next game.”

”Shut up! The only way I could succeed in rapping because of my talent.” The crowd was starting to form a circle around us. P.A.'s presence was attracting the unwanted crowd.

”Well, then take one of your talents and go home. Preserve this career for as long as you can. Because lies or not, I spoon-fed you the success at every step of the process.”

”All these bloody lies. What for Mad? Why did you do THIS?”

”For MONEY. Wake up if you haven't. this world is too big. I have seen it when I was busting ass for YOUR concerts. What you are good for is spitting rhymes in a small room. Do what you are good at P.A. and let me be.”

”Mad…” Priscilla spoke through her tears, ”Did you even love me?”

I walked towards her, picked up her fallen face and wiped away her tears.

”Of course. I did love you.” I spoke softly.

”But I love money more.”

I kissed her forehead and turned around to board my flight.