What happens when your favorite celebrity tries to punk an upcoming artist.... Will he pull through ? Or will she show him that she's not one to play with ?
Step into the life of 'Galore' in "Internetshows", to find out more.
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JANUARY
WELL... GALORE STOOD IN FRONT OF CHRIS WITH HER ARMS FOLDED WHILE GLARING AT HIM. The male looked at her back with his nose tooted up, as silence was stuck between the two.
Everything was going good. Amazing actually. Until, Key Glock decided to text her phone... More than once.
Mind you, Galore hadn't text the male ever since she stepped back into LA after her trip to DC but, Chris wasn't feeling that. He didn't like how he still texting her which caused for the two to get into a little heated argument.
"What ?" She bucks at him after breaking their silence.
"You gone block this nigga or what ?" Chris asked folding his arms.
Galore nods her head, "After I'm done makin' music with him."
"Nah, this nigga movin' like he close to you. Why he blowin' yo shit like y'all fucked assum ?."
"Ion know ! The only thing I did was flirt with the nigga and that's it. Wanted to collab with him, real quick."
"The nigga is trash !" Chris exclaims with a look of distraught on his face, "You don't need to make shit with him."
"Christopher, I can branch out to my Memphis audience more." Galore tries to explain.
"Find another artist out there. Do some shit with Glorilla agan !" Chris voices. He wasn't hearing it.
"I'm 'pose to be expandin' my horizons, moe ! Ion even be on that type of timin' with that nigga and I promise you that I left him where he was at when I left DC !"
"I know but, damn Galore. Do some else."
Galore shakes her head, "I already promised our fans and it's already in the works. If you can't understand that it's all business on my side then... Ion know."
Chris looks at Galore, before exhaling and then looking away from her.
"I need a minute." He mutters loud enough for the two to hear.
"Me too, You fryin' me right now and evidently, it's over some petty shit." Galore agrees before running a finger through her hair.
"Coo', let's take a minute and gain our composure then we can talk about to later." Chris suggest now making eye contact with her.
"Great idea to me. Ima see you." Galore mumbles picking up her purse.
"Wait you leavin' ?" He asked reaching his arm out to stop her from leaving.
