Dababy stared outside, looking at the rain as it rolled down the black tinted window of his limo. He started to drift off thinking about his life. Constantly on tour or in the studio; Dababy just never had the time to find someone who made him feel that spark. That special spark that people yearn for. A tear rolled down his cheek.
"Are you ready for the tour?" his manager interrupted, trying to make small talk.
"Uhm yeah whatever," he replied trying to end the conversation. His manager caught on and stood quiet for the rest of the ride.
