This is the story of Kirsnick "Nick" Ball and Asia Logan, two childhood friends who are on the journey of navigating love, success, salvation, and the true meaning of family in the city of Atlanta.
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Asia woke up early on Sunday morning and shuffled to Deja's kitchen to make a cup of coffee. She was still on a natural high from conquering her fear of public speaking at the women's conference and seeing Nick for the first time since their breakup in LA. She sat at the kitchen table daydreaming about how Nick's eyes lit up as he smiled and his tight warm embrace. Her thoughts were cut short by the sound of Deja's doorbell ringing. She cautiously made her way to the door and peeked through the peep hole. There was a delivery man standing outside with a clipboard in his hand and an impatient look on his face. Asia cracked the door open just enough for her to peek her head out. "Good morning, how can I help you?" She asked politely. "I have a delivery for a Ms. Asia Logan. That you?" The delivery man asked. "Yes, but who is it..."Asia began to ask before she was cut off by the restless man. "Sign here." He said as he pushed a pen into her hand. "I'll have 'em in here in just a minute." the man said as he turned to go back to his truck. Within minutes, he hauled in twenty vases of flower arrangements and handed Asia an envelope before quickly exiting the house. Deja walked into the kitchen just as Asia took the card from the envelope to read it. "It's too early, what the hell is all of this?" She frowned as she looked at all the flowers that were spread across her kitchen counter tops. Asia ignored Deja's question while she read the paper that came from the envelope. "What's that?" Deja asked as she leaned over Asia's shoulder to read the paper. "See! I told you that hoe was a lie! All this bullshit she stirred up and Nick ain't even that baby's pappy!" She yelled out in a comical tone. Asia rolled her eyes and smiled at Deja's antics as she flipped the card over to view the handwritten message inside that simply read:
"Can we talk? Love, K. Ball."
"Bitch, if you don't call his Tevin Campbell 'can we talk' head ass right now, then I will! And why he can't just send you one flower? He always gotta send you the whole got damn garden just to ask you a question?" Deja continued on with her one woman comedy bit. "Alright Dej, I'll call him in a few." Asia said. "In a few? Girl, call him now! And by the sound of that loud ass vibrator you keep using every night, the motor is about to blow. So, are you gonna just keep fiddling around with your clit, or go and get that dick?" Deja asked in a more serious tone. "Dej, you can hear my vibrator through the wall?" Asia exclaimed. "Yeah sis, every speed and setting." Deja admitted. They both laughed hysterically at the embarrassing revelation.
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Nick spent most of the week at his lawyer's office sewing up loose ends regarding the legal dispute he planned on bringing to court in order to buy out of his label contract at Quality Control Music. On Wednesday afternoon he made a Chick-fil-a run and picked up food for the link up he was having with Offset and Quavo so they could talk business. "Shit, 'bout time you got here! A nigga was 'bout to starve damn near to death bruh." Offset greeted him at the door of Quavo's condo. "Aye Set, move yo ass out tha way, let 'em in wit the food! And I hope you got my Polynesian sauce too!" Quavo yelled from the couch. "Damn, y'all coulda at least helped me wit the bags instead of jus harassin' me at the doe." Nick complained. "Oh, my bad big Take." Offset said as he grabbed for the loaded bags of chicken. They all took a seat in Quavo's living room while the Atlanta Falcons football game played on his tv. "So, y'all been talking to the lawyers? They say we gone need a new group name if we wanna release new music and shit, 'cause QC own our name even if we buy out." Nick stated. They sat silently, except for the smacking. Finally, Offset spoke. "So is that what we wanna do?" He asked. "I'ma be honest wit ya'll, I been thinkin' bout gettin' into sports. Maybe sports management or sum like that." Quavo admitted. "I feel you, we done did all we came to do in dis music thang. We changed the game wit our flow, our style. Every nigga wanna sound like us and look like us now. It might be time to jus pass the torch on." Offset agreed. "Hell yeah, we definitely legends up out dis bitch." Quavo said. "So, the Coachella gig gone be our last?" Nick questioned. They all looked at each other with compassion, not wanting to say goodbye to the magic they spent over a decade creating together as brothers. "Yeah bruh, Coachella might needa be our farewell concert." Offset confirmed. "I been wantin' to get into fashion, you know, create my own line. 'Cause I always know how to put dat shit on!" He laughed. Nick sat quietly on the sofa, staring at the wall, drifting into one of his absent spells. "You 'aight nephew?" Quavo asked. "Yeah Unc, I just never thought of what I'd do without ya'll by my side." Nick said sadly. "Nigga, you tha muscle behind the music. You gotta keep going Take." Offset encouraged. "Yeah bruh, I still wanna start my own label. You know, maybe change directions but keep pushin' shit forward." Nick thought out loud. "Hell yeah, and we support dat!" Quavo reassured him. "Fa sho." Offset agreed. All three guys put their hands together and shouted "Migos!" in unison and embraced each other with a brotherly hug, holding tight to their never-ending bond.
