Two people, on two different waves in life. An icon who is desperately trying to reinvent himself. While this overlooked prodigy is forced to come out of her shell to help this arrogant superstar remind people exactly who the hell he is!
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"Keep playing Blick, imma' throw something on you that you ain't going to be able to handle!" Taylor, my backup dancer threw her ass on him a little bit.
Blick stood there with a drink his hand and a blunt in another. "Alright nie', you throw that motherfucka' on me and imma show you better than I can tell you how I'll handle it."
Everyone laughed as we had a good time at my place. We were celebrating the end of the album, meaning it was time to gear up for the tour. This was a moment I would have liked to have shared with Savon, but we haven't spoke nor seen each other in two weeks. Once I calmed down off the fumes I was on when she questioned me about my habit, I began to miss her a little. But I been surrounding myself with plenty of distractions, and I do mean plenty.
"We need to do a live stream, maybe not on no 24 hours shit. But imagine the number of people of that watch us act the fuck up all day." Taylor suggested.
"No, hell no!" I objected as I took a drink. "You know them damn people going to be in the comments popping big shit about you and me! Then eyes going to be locked on a nigga the second I look your direction, next thing you know they saying we fucking. I'm good!"
I'm not going to act like the thought never crossed my mind, but I'm trying to keep this shit professional. In a perfect world, I'd have Taylor and Della in my damn bed at the end of every show. It's kind of like Taylor my work wife, we don't fuck, but the chemistry and the flirtation is definitely there.
"Y'all better not get too fucked up on that Don Julio, we have to work tomorrow so I don't want to hear it. Y'all asses better hit those moves."
"You know we got you Breezy baby," Della smiled as she raised her glass.
"We about to pop open another one. Everybody come on and bless the bottle!" Taylor began to pass the bottle around.
I was the last one to hold the bottle, Taylor had started with her shit talking about pour me up. So, I had opened the bottle and clenched onto her jaw, bringing her down to a level that I liked. Taylor had a slight grin as she opened her mouth and began to twirl her tongue around a bit. The stream of alcohol had poured into her mouth, she swallowed every drop, then licked her lips without messing up her lip gloss.
"And that's why she that bitch!" Della hyped her up, which caused Taylor to bend over inches from in front of me and shake some.
"Bring that pretty ass over here Della!" I shouted, after I took me a little swig too. Della stood close to me instead as she opened her mouth, I poured a little into hers too. She put her hands over her throat as she swallowed. Then laughed immediately as she walked away knowing damn well what she was doing too.
Temptation was around every corner. But I'm not about fuck up my professionalism, so I slipped away upstairs. Then locked the door behind me to the bathroom and pulled out my black bag. Everything is under control with this substance, I handle my own shit away from people to avoid catching me slipping. The white line was very visible on my sink. In seconds it was gone, as if it never happened. I ignored the disgust on my face, this was normal for me. Although I hated the reflection staring back at me, this is my coping mechanism.
