Shakira is holding a concert and Tracy De Santa wants to go see her play live with Franklin—whose never been to a music convert before. Problem, overprotective daddy Michael doesn’t like the idea of ANY boy taking his daughter out. Even trustworthy Franklin Clinton. He loves the guy like his own son, but when it comes to Tracy, he can’t take any risks. Trevor, having burst through the kitchen window to land head first into Michael and Tracy’s father/daughter argument, offers his services as bodyguard, so Trace can go to the concert without Michael quietly shitting himself, or worse, tailing his daughter. Franklin is allowed to tag along, as Trevor believes he’ll be a good influence on Tracy and the two can have their little date. With T’s watchful eye on high alert.
Skip to the day of the concert, Tracey and Franklin are loving each other’s company, rather than bumping and grinding, the two lovebirds are practising their own form of freestyle dancing, enjoying every moment. Trevor is exactly five feet away, having created a protective circle around himself, Trace and Franklin he smiles and lets the kids have their fun, within reason.
Michael, who has decided to tail his best friends and daughter, lays low posing as a hipster in a group of non garden variety hipsters. He stays vigilant, eyeing the circle and those around it.
Eventually, he watches Trevor leave the protective circle he’s drawn in the sand and disappear underneath the stage built atop the safe areas of beach.
When it’s time for Shakira to play her new song, dry ice is released, temporarily blinding everyone, Michael being the first to suffer the effects of the ice.
Soon the music starts, and a blond woman wanders into the stage, waving and grinning, speaking of her performance and a special guest helping replace Rihanna who sadly couldn’t make it that evening. The crowd cheers, Tracey climbs onto Franklins shoulders and shouts loudly her love for the woman’s last album, Franklin joins her, laughing through his calls.
Then, the show really begins. Shakira is hopping about, belting out the lyrics into her microphone, grinding up against various members of her band members. Then she spins on her heels, raising a hand and introducing her newest band member, Trevor Philips. He’s wearing a silky black lace dress, the same Rihanna was supposed to wear during her part of the song. The mic is grasped firmly within his grasp. He joins in the music, claps, dances, screams into his mic and repeats after Shakira. Everybody is shocked, yet still clearly enjoying the show. Michael looks over to see his daughter clasping her mouth, Franklin staring dumbfounded. He makes the mistake of looking at Trevor, whose standing front and centre of the stage, slowly grinding on a microphone stand he’s stolen from one of the band members. Worst part, he’s staring right at Michael. Trevor knows he trailed them, knows Mike had been watching them from a distance.
"-the only memory was us kissing in the moonlight"
Michael can only stand and gaze wide eyed at his best friend, discreetly move a hand over his twitching groin and let the red hue adorn his cheeks.
Maybe Trevor playing bodyguard had been a good idea after all.