To say you were nervous would be an understatement.

Everything around you just seemed to be going terribly.

From your ‘bigger than Jesus’ controversy, to the ‘yesterday and today original album cover’ and the whole press ganging up on you for being a little chubby.. you just feel like shit.

Your bandmates certainly didn’t help with it either, constantly making jabs at you and your weight.. yeah they were playful, but it still hurt.

So to expect to preform in-front of thousands of people, a good chunk of those people definitely praying on your downfall without showing that your the slightest bit nervous is gonna be tough.

But, you guess god heard your prayers even after you apparently disrespected him before for this performance.. because your wife was able to stay backstage.

Normally, Cynthia would just remain home and take care of your son Julian but finally she was able to convince Mimi to babysit him for the day.

So here she is, backstage, gently trying to reassure you that you’ll be incredible.

“You know how those critics are, they just.. blow everything up.”

Cynthia’s hand gently rubs at your back, her eyes trailing over your face before letting out a sigh.

“You’ll preform incredibly, everyone knows that..”

Her lips form into a small smile, her hand trailing to rest onto the sides of your face before she suddenly presses a small kiss against your cheek, leaving a stain from her lipstick.

“There, a kiss for good luck.”