Jada P.O.V
So monday finally came and in ready to see PAC. I got dressed and left. I drove to that concert so quick and went in and got my seat. About an hour later the show started and he came out on stage. He's so fine man. He started singing lowly bouncing up and down.
"Come with meeeeeeee, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here?
Now, do you wanna ride or die
La dadada, la la la la!" He jumped up and down and started rapping.
"I ain't a killer but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy. Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted. Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it. Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listening. seeing niggas coming for me, to my diamonds, when they glistening. Now pay attention, rest in peace father!"
He smiled real hard and looked through the croud. "Wus' good Baltimore?!"
In return he earned a lot of screams and cheers. It was even girls crying for him.
"Don't worry ladies, I'm single." He smirked. Which made the women scream louder.
"Not gone be soon." I smirked.
"She likes you!!" This woman next to me screamed, pointing at me.
I threw my hood over my head and held my head down. Good thing he didn't pay any attention to her.
"Can you not do that?" I told her.
"Omg.... you're Jada pinkett. I'm sitting next to Jada pinkett." She started weezing.
Oh my god. I thought.
"Can I have a hug?" She cheesed.
"Sure." I hugged her while she snapped a picture. "I love you."
"I love you more." I smiled. I love my fans, but sometimes I just need space.
After all the songs the concert slowly ended and they started escorting people out. The people that had backstage tickets stood in line. and I was the last person.
Pac P.O.V
After about 2 hours I heard the girl that just left was the last of the fans so I started to pack up.
"Wait, Mr.PAC you got one more." My manager said.
I sat back in my seat. "I'm exhausted nigga."
"Sorry to hear." He mumbled as he let her in.
She pulled of her hoodie and sat across from me.
"Well I'll be damned. If it ain't my baby Jada." I smiled. "Gimme love."
"Give you love? You lost touch with me." She said.
"I admit I did. But it wasn't one time I wasn't thinkin bout you " I said.
"Bullshit." She said. The security guards immediately grabbed her and tried to take her out. I quickly got up and grabbed her back.
"The fuck is y'all doing?!" I yelled.
"She cursed at you that's very disrespectful Mr.PAC." They said.
"Man get y'all dumbass outta here and give us some space, shit." I said in frustration.
They nodded and left, shutting the door.
"I should've brought my security so they could beat their ass." She mumbled.
"Ain't nobody notice you? I mean, you're "Jada Pinkett." I said sarcastically.
"I had my hoodie on. And what are you trying to say, Tupac? Dumb ass name."
"You still stubborn aintchu?" I laughed.
"Maybe. You're still fine." She laughed.
"And you still beautiful." I smiled.
She got up and sat in my small ass bed. "I have a premiere next week for the showing of my new movie Set It Off. Can you come with me?"
"I seen the previews, it look kinda good."
"Kinda?" She asked.
"Hell yeah kinda."
"And what has came out that looks better?"
"Shid, a lot. For example: Matilda, Independence day, Space Jam, Scream, Twister. Want me ta keep going?" I asked.
"Never mind, you don't have to go." She said.
"What? I'll go, I'm jus sayin." I shrugged.
"Mhm, so-"
"Mr.PAC your time is up and we gotta go. So cmon." My manager said after swinging the door open.
"Wait, can we get like 20 more minutes?"
"We have to leave now." He said.
"Why? This my damn show I can't get 20 more minutes?"
"But I run it. Now tell her to go home and let's get this shit on a roll." He snapped.
I sighed. "Sorry jay, I gotta go."
"It's fine, I'll see you at tomorrow's show anyway."
she gave me a hug before they escorted out of the room.
"20 minutes was just too much damn time huh?" I said to my manager.
"Everyone else got 5 minutes, she ain't special."
"She actually is." I mumbled.
"PAC cmon. ion wanna hear your bitchin today."
"Fuck you." I said as we walked out.
"Is that what you were trying to do to that woman?" He laughed. "She too outta your league."
I laughed loudly. "Little do you know. And whatchu mean 'outta her league'? I'm fine as fuck."
"Get in the bus and stop talking man." He said.
"At you don't tell me when to stop talking, I'll stop runnin my mouth when I want to." I said.
"Get in." He said, opening the door.
By choice I got in the bus and we went to a hotel and got situated. my tired ass went sleep.
