Usher: The UR Experience Tour Dates

    Nov. 1 – Montreal, Canada - Centre Bell Centre
    Nov. 4 – Auburn Hills, MI - The Palace of Auburn Hills
    Nov. 5 – Cleveland, OH - Quicken Loans Arena
    Nov. 7 – New York, NY - Madison Square Garden
    Nov. 10 – Washington, DC - Verizon Center
    Nov. 11 – Philadelphia, PA - Wells Fargo Center
    Nov. 13 – Boston, MA - TD Garden
    Nov. 14 – Uncasville, CT - Mohegan Sun Arena
    Nov. 15 – Atlantic City, NJ - Boardwalk Hall
    Nov. 17 – Chicago, IL - United Center
    Nov. 18 – St Paul, MN - Xcel Energy Center
    Nov. 21 – Los Angeles, CA - Staples Center
    Nov. 22 – Las Vegas, NV - MGM Grand Garden Arena
    Nov. 24 – San Jose, CA - SAP Center at San Jose
    Nov. 26 – Seattle, WA - Key Arena
    Nov. 27 – Vancouver, Canada - Rogers Arena
    Nov. 30 – Edmonton, Canada - Rexall Place
    Dec. 2 – Broomfield, CO - 1st Bank Center
    Dec. 4 – Dallas, TX - American Airlines Center
    Dec. 5 – Houston, TX - Toyota Center
    Dec. 6 – New Orleans, LA - Smoothie King Center
    Dec. 8 – Memphis, TN - Fedexforum
    Dec. 9 – Atlanta, GA - Philips Arena
    Dec. 12 – Orlando, FL - Amway Center
    Dec. 13 – Miami, FL - American Airlines Arena
    Dec. 14 – Tampa, FL - Amalie Arena

So last night on MNF Husain Abdullah picked off Tom Brady and returned it for a TD, but was flagged for “Unsportsmanlike Conduct” for going on his knees 😒😒😒 but he was actually kneeling (a prostrate that’s Muslims do to say a prayer) to thank God the his Pick 6… The NFL is just taking the fun out of football nowadays. You can’t even celebrate as team after a TD anymore and are now penalizing Muslims for praying after a good. SMH #NoFunLeague

1. soulmates au (ALEHEATHER)

00 days; 00 hours; 07 minutes; 40 seconds.

Alejandro watched as the numbers on his wrist-watch changed as the time drew nearer. He was about to meet his soulmate. Not even ten minutes left now…

The only clue about them that he had was the name tattooed on his left wrist that everyone had. Written in dark slanted cursive, was the name: Heather. He tugged at his sleeve and received his latte from the barista at the counter, glancing at his watch as the minutes ticked by.

He felt a tinge of anxiety within, which was down-right embarrassing. He had no reason to be anxious or nervous about this. Everyone met their soulmate eventually, some later than others, some sooner. He himself was only twenty years old, so he should consider himself lucky, right?

00 days; 00 hours; 03 minutes; 11 seconds.

He shook off the feeling of unease as he sipped at his drink. What did he, Alejandro Burromuerto, have to fear? With his looks and charm, he was certain every girl would have wished to have his name tattooed on their wrist.

He looked around at the patrons in the cafe. Some of them, mostly ones older than him, had no watches around their wrist - meaning they had already found their destined partner, everyone else still wore them; like his older brother Jose. How he had rejoiced in finally beating his older, culo of a brother at something. Last he’d checked, Jose still had about another month to go before finding his match. Some girl named Courtney, if he was remembering the name correctly.

He payed no attention to the clock for a while, lost in thought. He didn’t notice as the numbers ticked down. A woman with long, silky black hair approached the counter ordering the barista to get her a double cappachino with extra cream, obviously in a foul mood. He smirked and turned to the beautiful, fuming woman.

"What’s got you so worked up, senorita?" She glared at him as she tapped her perfectly manicured nails on the counter.

"Don’t give me that spaniard shit. I’m irritated enough right now as it is."

"And why would that be?"

"My stupid family. They were all getting on my case about this damned soulmate thing, my mom insisted on dolling me up for such a "special event"; apparently I’m supposed to meet mine today." She grumbled. Alejandro paused a moment, glancing at his watch.

00 days; 00 hours; 00 minutes; 00 seconds.

She noticed this and her grey eyes widened. Her eyes zoomed to her watch, the numbers run out as his were. He reached over to her left and carefully pulled up her sweater sleeve.

His name was darkly tattooed across her wrist.