Differences

twenty one

Chris

"I don't think this nigga should sleep this off, it's been almost a fucking day!" I heard Bash say over me.

"Bruh, trust me. This kind of shit happen from time to time. Be cool, he'll be up dancing and shit soon." Blick's voice reassured him.

The shit I took got me feeling like I'm floating. I heard Bash and Blick standing over me talking, but I wasn't quite conscious to move, let alone respond.

"That's the fucking problem, y'all niggas think he fine as long as he up dancing. Stop letting this nigga get like this in the first place."

"It ain't no y'all, this a grown ass man and he going to do whatever the fuck he want with his man. The least I'm doing is making sure he safe, you don't think I tried to get him to slow down? He don't do this shit all the time."

"Will y'all shut the fuck up?" I said sluggish.

"What you need bruh? We here!" Blick said.

"What time is it?" I stretched.

"Nigga it's about to hit day two since you went to sleep, you was out since yesterday."

"Where my keys at?"

"What?" Bash said shocked. "You ain't going no damn where man, you ain't in no condition to be seen out."

"Nigga, I don't give a fuck. I need to go see this bitch, tell her how the fuck I feel."

"You trying to set yourself up? No, you going to sleep this shit off some more because you talking crazy."

"Then nigga you take me, but I'm going over there."

I was talking a lot of shit for someone who could barely move, I tried to get up but I was flat on my back. "Go take this nigga keys, thanks to y'all niggas I have to babysit him. While you finding the keys, I'm throwing out the rest of this shit. Make sure you don't let that nigga Red up here no more!" Bash ordered.

"Who the fuck made you in charge?" Blick asked.

"I did," those were my last words before I faded back to sleep.

Savon

"Savon, check your email bitch, these photos! My photographer ate the fuck downnnn on these edits. You hardily needed a retouch, you are gorgeous hoe!" Bernard shouted through the hall as she came to my room.

Alone, I was sitting on the floor in my closet having just finished a small breakdown. Emotions were hitting from all angles. From the rising success from my new songs, to having to begin packing personal items to haul to storage, and reeling in the phone call with Chris. I didn't want Bernard to see me in this taste. Quickly I used the sleeve of a shirt hanging up to wipe my face, getting off the floor I acted as if I was looking for something to wear.

"Let me see!" I changed my tone to sound excited. Taking a random shirt off the hanger I put it up to my chest to play off that I was interested in wearing it.

"You did that shit, you tell me which one you want to be the main picture for the cover art for Distant. I know which one I like, but I don't want to influence. This is your baby."

"This one is it," I pointed at the picture of myself I liked.

"That's the exact one that I like too!" Bernard smiled as he bit the tip of his finger.

"The song is doing very well, I have already been requested to perform at a club."

"So, you trying to go on a chitlin circuit?"