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"… Ladies and gentlemen," Mario Lopez continued, "Britney Spears!"
I walked down the stairs in my high heels to "Work Bitch" and signed a few autographs for fans. But then I did something unexpected.
I walked past the cameras.
I kept walking until I got into an SUV and left.
I said nothing. I did not perform. If you were watching, you were probably wondering:What just happened?
What you didn’t see was that my father and his team were trying to force me to announce the show. I’d said I didn’t want to announce it because, as I’d been saying for months,I didn’t want to do it.
When I’d sung the song "Overprotected" so many years earlier, I’d had no idea what overprotection was. I’d learn soon, because once I made it clear that I wasn’t going to keep doing Vegas, my family made me disappear.
When it was time for blood draws, the tech drawing my blood would be flanked by the nurse, a security guard, and my assistant.
Was I a cannibal? Was I a bank robber? Was I a wild animal? Why was I treated as though I were about to burn the place down and murder them all?
They checked my blood pressure three times a day, like I was an eighty-year-old woman.
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