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Naja shoved her soda in my hand, causing the ice in the cup to rattle about. “Here, hold this, ’cause in a minute it’s about to be on and poppin’. How Lil Wayne gon’ take her back?”
    Naja stood up from her seat and I snatched her back down. “What the—?” She was outta pocket! “Gurl, you straight trippin’. you can’t go runnin’ up on Lil Wayne!”
    â€œWhy not? He can get it, too. I don’t believe this.” For a minute I thought she had tears in her eyes. “I can’t believe Lil Wayne didn’t wait for me.”
    â€œWait for you?” Was this fool crazy?
    â€œYeah.”
    Was she sniffling? Hold it…I knew that couldn’t be a tear I saw.
    â€œAfter,” she sniffed, “I didn’t make the second season of Flavor of Love, I wrote Lil Wayne and told him we were meant to be and that I’d be eighteen next year, so he should wait for me…And here he is, gettin’ it in wit’ Trina? Knowing she was droppin’ it for Young Buck, too? I swear, nobody listens to Kya or 50 Cent.”
    All I did was stare. There were no words for her. It was official: Naja’s common sense was twisted.
    â€œThis is some bullshit, you know that, right?” Naja wiped her eyes, then looked to the side of us and stared as if she’d just seen a ghost. “Wait…a minute…wait…a minute. Didn’t I tell that big head ho to stay away from my man?!” Naja whipped her neck toward me. “Oh it’s ’bout to be a misunderstanding.”
    â€œYou need to calm down before you blow something.”
    â€œOh, I’ma blow something alright.” She pounded her fist at Rihanna.
    â€œKeep it up and they gon’ arrest you.”
    I wasn’t sure what she said in response because the lights went down and the crowd started screaming. Lloyd, Haneef’s opening act, took the stage and Naja started panting, “Lloyd! I love you! It’s me, it’s Naja, I call your record company every day! I’m all over your MySpace page. Did you get my friend request?! I wanna be your number one friend. Lloyd, did you get my email?!”
    â€œWould you shut up?!” I’d thought I was the world’s best groupie, but all along, my best friend had me beat.
    Lloyd and the crowd were singing his hit song together. People were yelling and screaming, and some girls were even crying. His band was fantastic and just as he went to sing his last song, Jordin Sparks joined him on stage.
    â€œOh hell, no, he didn’t?!” Naja snapped. “I know he didn’t bypass me for American Idol ’s rendition of Big Bird?”
    â€œNow you need to apologize for that,” I said surprised. “You know she can sing!”
    â€œWell, if singing is what matters, then why is Rihanna with Chris Brown?”
    I ignored her. I’d had enough of her insulting people. Once she saw I was ignoring her, she started enjoying the concert and singing along. As Lloyd and his entourage left the stage, Trey Songz hopped on and Naja passed out.
    I fanned her. “You better learn to breathe again, because here comes Haneef!” She sat up and we both started screaming. The entire place went completely black, and then spotlights shot back and forth across the audience.
    Everyone was yelling and holding up their lighters and flashlights, the streams of light and flickering flames seemed to illuminate the sky. Girls were crying, “I love you, Haneef!”
    â€œHmph,” I shouted. “Not like I do!”
    Naja and I started bumping shoulders and throwing our arms in the air as the dancers came onstage and did some of the flyest hip-hop moves I’d ever seen. And right when they were in the midst of gettin’ down wit’ the get down, a spotlight streamed center stage, and there was a cloud of smoke and an array of helicopter noises.
    â€œAttention,” a computerized