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All over the world, no matter what I was doing, no matter what I achieved, no matter what award it was, I always shouted them out. She wanted to be Beyoncé or Mariah from the outset. Classic story: Evan calls up only one of them and says, "You were great." So Robyn comes back the next day by herself, straight from Combermere School (a good school for smart kids, too — one of the best on the island). She could live with him and his wife, Jackie, in their place in Connecticut.

She didn't come up as a Caribbean singer — a "soca artist." She never wanted to be that. So Robyn Fenty and her two friends went down to the Accra Beach Hotel on the southern coast and they sang three songs. Even when the world seemed like it was against him, you know?

Everybody kind of looks as she wipes and preens and buffs herself to a perfect low gloss in a glorious ablution.

They are with her always.) Her manager and Jay-Z's right-hand man, Jay Brown, who has the best smile in the history of music. Assemblages of bored men in color-coded T-shirts that say STAFF or VENDING or SECURITY.

Honestly, even if it comes across sexual — it has to be a part of my subconscious thought.

She was mocked online all over the place, but it looked like a really good time.

Guitar legend Nuno Bettencourt ( Nuno Bettencourt).

She picks a member of the audience to have simulated sex with.

BACKSTAGE AT THE IZOD CENTER, NEW JERSEY, A COUPLE DAYS LATERTwenty-three years after being born poor in Barbados, eight years after being discovered there by a producer on vacation, six years after being signed by Jay-Z, two years after being savagely beaten by her former boyfriend, the asshole Chris Brown, nine months after releasing an album that has yielded three number-one singles, she emerges from the dressing room in full regalia and walks out into the big void under the stands of the Izod Center. From here, about six feet away, you can see that it's encrusted with dozens of small stones of various colors.

She wears a shiny blue raincoat, a jewel-encrusted bikini peeking out of it. Her curly red wig bounces as she skips out of the cage and intimately into our lives. She squats and spreads her legs, settles a hand between them, where it stays.

She guides the subject over to the platform in the middle of the stage.

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