Me & U || URBAN || (DAVE EAST x KEYSHIA COLE)

Chapter 9

Psalm Carter
Sunday
Swear I ain't picture eatin a cup of noodles off Angel's ass. I tried not to make a mess and I kept lookin up at ha to make sure she was aight.

But she was chillin, unbothered and playin ha part. So I took it upon myself to feather my fingers against the side of ha bare hip. Then she looked back at me and smiled.

"CUT!" The director called out.

If it wunt fa him, I woulda kept going. But I couldn't stop staring into ha eyes. They was so mesmerizin. And the fact that I was high ain't help either.

"AND THAT'S A WRAP!" He announced, triggering a round of applause upon the crowd of people on set.

"You good? You comfortable?" I whispered to Angel.

She nodded her head with a smile then clapped her hands with the rest of crowd.

Taking the cup of noodles, I set it to the side and clapped my hands. One week of filming and we did it. We made this happen. One week ago we had nothing, now we had it all.

"Thanks ta this one over here!" I shouted.

"No, stop!" She exclaimed, not wanting any attention but it was true.

If it wunt fa Angel, we wouldn't have gotten the visuals she provided. I practically had to beg ha to send them to me but she ended up making the video 100x better.

Ha ideas was so creative. Took the shit to a whole notha level. Had me doing shit I ain't neva did before. She had an artistic eye and the director appreciated it. I appreciated it more. I was excited to release it. After editing, I knew it'd be fire. I couldn't thank shawty enough.

"You made this video come alive, Angel. I couldn't thank you enough for your input. I see big things in your future. It's a wrap!" The director spoke aloud.

Everyone cheered fa a minute, taking they lil last minute 'behind the scenes' photos and shit. In this last week, we put in work and I couldn't be mo grateful fa my team.

Especially fa the lil one trying to be low and leave the set. I had to show ha how much I appreciated what she'd done fa me. Bought ha a gift and everything.

Getting up from my seat and following behind ha, I tried to call ha name but she couldn't hear me over everyone in the room.

In the midst of trying to reach ha, my manager stopped me and stood right in between us.

"Alright. You have a meeting with your label discussing album release dates on Tuesday. Then Thursday we need to discuss promo and schedule interviews. You have a photoshoot on Saturday and-" She rambled, brushing her pen against ha iPad. "You listening Psalm? This is important."

"Tina...just call me lata. I- I gotta go." I nodded, running off to talk to Angel. 

"Psalm! Where are you going?!"

And just as I was about to approach ha, another muh fucka stopped me from reachin ha.

"Nigga is we out afta this?" Demarcus asked, trying to walk with me. I had to stop in my tracks.

"Out where?"

"Luh wrap up, get togetha. Invite some people ova and get some skrippas in that bih. Food, smoke a luh sumn, get the cards out, like we usually do when you wrap up a video." He
shrugged.

"Yeen got no where to be, cuz?"

"Nigga you said that's what we'd do after the video! I'm just going by yo words!"

I thought for a minute while making sure Angel ain't leave just yet. I did say we'd host a luh sum at my crib but that was before. Now I had sum else in mind.