The year is 1995 Blue is a recording artist signed by bad boy entertainment what happens when shes goes to the source awards and meets the one and only method man
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★彡[Naꜱ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛꜱ]彡★
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As I watched my brother Jungle being filmed by Bo, I couldn't resist throwing some shade. "I heard my man Bo say Jungle's so educated, but come on, that nigga hardly got any education," I quipped. The guys around me chuckled, but Jungle wasn't amused. He smacked his teeth and shot back, "Says the N***a who dropped out in ninth grade."
The room went silent for a beat, the air thick with tension, before I let out a laugh. "Yo, fuck you, nigga!" I shot back, and soon the room was filled with laughter again.
Just then, Twin shouted, "Yo Nas, my nigga, turn up the TV. Your girl's on it!" The volume on the TV blasted up, and I saw her dancing, looking radiant.
I smacked my lips in irritation. "Fuck that bitch," I muttered. "She's out here dancing on other dudes now, right in front of a live audience? That shit ain't cool."
Jungle scrunched up his face, "Yo, Nas, y'all ain't even together . Why you tripping thun?"
Az leaned in, his expression serious. "When's the last time you even talked to her?"
I shrugged, crunching on my Doritos. "Since the award show," I admitted, my tone nonchalant.
Az shook his head, disappointed. "Nigga, that was a month ago. You're dead wrong for letting it go this long."
His words hit me harder than I expected. I watched her on TV, looking good as ever, and the realization sunk in. Damn, I really fucked up. I had let pride and stubbornness get in the way, and now I was watching her move on, while I was stuck regretting the choices I made.
I stared at the TV screen, unable to tear my eyes away from her. Each laugh, each smile, each flirtatious glance she gave the camera felt like a direct jab to my chest. The room's energy had shifted; my friends could sense my discomfort. They exchanged glances, some sympathetically, others with a hint of amusement.
Jungle broke the silence, his voice softer this time. "Yo, Nas, I know you're feeling this right now, but maybe you should talk to her. At least get some closure."
I nodded, not really trusting my own voice. Az, always the pragmatic one, added, "Man, you've been stewing over this for too long. Maybe it's time to face it and see where you stand."
I ran a hand over my face, trying to think straight. "You're right," I said finally, my voice a mix of frustration and resignation. "I need to handle this."
The room grew quieter as the TV show continued, the lively music and flashy lights a stark contrast to the somber mood among us. My mind was racing, replaying every moment, every argument, every missed opportunity. I knew I couldn't keep letting this drag on.
