Disrespectful. ; An August Alsina FanFiction.

Reality Strikes.

Danielle in the MM

August Alsina
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"I'll be back baby. I'm going shopping!" I heard Vanessa sing from the top of my basement stairs. I was down here trying to write music and ever so often she would bring her ass down here trying to get me up. I was too busy, it's like she didn't understand my grind. Even though the album was already out I had to prepare for the next album, the tour, the meet and greets..I was all over the place and all she wanted to do was spend money so I needed to make it.
"Aight. Don't go crazy!" I knew she ain't give a fuck tho.

The song hypothetically played and I reached for my cell.
"Helluh?" There was a little attitude in my tone but I was busy. Plus I ain't know the number.
"I'm sorry, did I call at a bad time?" It was Tees friend. Probably calling for the meeting we had today. "Nah, nah. I'm sorry I didn't recognize the number. I'm just writing at my home."
"Well I was just making sure you could meet me at my studio at 6:30 instead of 5. Less traffic and I have to pick up my car from the shop." I was actually glad she called because I get into my music and say fuck the world.
"Yeah, that'll work. You still have my card right?" I asked patting my pockets.
"Oh yeah, right here." I could hear the nervousness. "Well get us something to eat, and I'll be there at 6:30." We said our good byes and I got back to the music. I left my condo at 6. I was starving.

"125 Harding rd, gotcha." I hopped out of my range and walked into the building finding Danielle's name and what floor.

"Hey, Mr. Alsina! How's it going. Find the place okay?" She was so professional it threw me off. She was so different from the girl at the club.

"It's August, ma." Mr Alsina is just an old ass name and plus I don't see why she would wanna call anybody that.

"Just trying to be professional. Sarrrreee." Her laugh was contagious I found myself holding my sides as she brought out the first few outfits.

Danielle James
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He was so different than what the media portrays. His character was genuine and he was polite. I thought he was fucking nuts.
"How about this shirt?" I pushed him to try it on. It was rose right above his jeans. He came out of the bathroom like he was about to harm me. All I could do is laugh. Like I had to sit down I was laughing so hard.
"This is not what I was talking about when I said I wanted fashion forward. This is a belly shirt. I can't fuck nobody in this shit." He straight faced me bait I just kept laughing.

He tried on everything and so far just that shirt was a no. I'd make a note to return it tomorrow.

"So whatcha bout to do?" He looked up at me like he was really awaiting my answer. "Just to get something to eat and probably go home braid my hair and sleep." I made my life sound real boring. I even chuckled at the thought of what I had to do.

"So, what are you gonna do?" He stroked his chin. "Hmm, I don't know. Probably eat and hang out with Vanessa. I think I'll hit the studio too. We leave in less than 4 days. Gotta get it in somehow." I nodded my head understanding. "You have a nigga?" He chuckled after he saw the face I was making. "I ain't mean to ask like that's. It's just he wasn't with you the other night and you ain't talking bout seeing him. " he was right. I didn't talk much about Eric, he was my man but music was his girl and he tend to let me know.
I nodded my head and smiled. I don't if he could tell it was a smile to get off the subject or not, but he didn't mention it.

"Maybe before we go we could all have dinner so he know I'm not some creep."
I nodded in agreement now the task is getting Eric to agree. After my goodbyes with August and i locked up it was off to the studio.

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See, every time I do a show
Or make an appearance on the radio
I meet another fan with a plan
And head back to the telly just to see what it's hittin' for
And baby I swear, I'm sorry
But it comes with the territory
Lookin' like this and soundin' like this, with a body like this
She was bound to be pissed