Love had nothing to do with what happened today. The fact that I care about his fragile ego was the only reason I hadn’t kicked him out of the building. Phoenix’s hanging out on set all day made me want to pull his and my hair out! A thousand ants crawling on my skin might have annoyed me less than my fiancé answering calls with, “Yeah, man. Let me hit you back. I’m on set.” At one point I thought I was going to go off on him in front of everyone. Yelling at folks on my payroll was my prerogative, but I did it in a professional capacity, when necessary. Shoving Phoenix’s phone up his butt, then calling and leaving him a message to get out could’ve gotten us on Funk Dat on Majic 107.5. Didn’t want to give him any further justification to brag. Traffic on Peachtree Street heading south was bumper-to-bumper. I exhaled, “Thank you, Lord,” reassuring myself that tomorrow would not be a repeat. Ebony had done a fantastic job. She showed out for the camera. My entire cast did amazing.
