L O U I S V I L L E || A Bryson Tiller Story

§ Chapter TwentyNine §

~...tat my fucking name on ya, so I know it's real...~

"Turn the radio up, bro," Eric asked me as he turned a corner to go downtown.

I sat my phone down in my lap and turned the knob on the radio up.

The end of Sex With Me by Rihanna was on.

I hummed the lyrics as I went back to scrolling through my Instagram feed. Something I rarely did and ever had time to do.

Eric glanced over at my screen.

"Your DMs hella lit," he chuckled as he saw some random girls nude pop up.

I exited out the picture. She was definitely not my type if she felt that damn comfortable sending her body to someone she knows nothing about just cause I'm somewhat famous.

I smirked," Keep your eyes on the road little bro. You might find your girl in here."

"Damn," he laughed," I wish I had one. You want to share yours?"

"I don't have one either," I laughed,"What you mean?"

"Come on. Don't lie. I know you messing round with the fine brown skin chick you bought to Harley's birthday party."

I cut my eye at him,"Nah, we're just cool. I wish everyone would quit asking me that shit."

"My bad," Eric said hitting the brakes.

"...by Rihanna but if you're looking for somewhere to go to tomorrow night, I highly advise you go to The Louisville Palace to see the one, the only Bryson Tiller make his comeback debut!.."

The radio host shouted excitedly.

I knitted my eyebrows together.

Stephanie was really out here working.

"Aye, they promoting you!" Eric smiled.

I turned it up a little louder to hear the rest.

"...he will be in the building performing for one night only! Ladies you know what to do! Bryson Tiller, the Louisville native, is performing at 9 and is back like he never left. Tickets can be purchased on our website right now using the promo code. Free shots of patron on our radio station from 7 till 8 only if you purchase a ticket from us..."

I blushed. I hadn't heard my name said on the radio about a show in a while. It felt good to hear people were excited to have me back and still enjoyed my music. New or old.

Eric swooped into a parking spot in front of Triumph Tattoo parlor.

I got my very first tattoo here when I was like 17. I had purchased a fake ID in order to get it.

Eric unlocked the doors and turned the car engine off.

We got out and walked into the shop.

A bell jingled as we entered.

"Welcome to Triumph Tats how may we--oh my god...Bryson! I just heard you on the radio," the front desk receptionist gasped,"Oh my god!"

"Hey, how you doing," I greeted shaking her hand.

She held it in awe for the longest. I didn't want to be rude and snatch it away.

Eric snickered behind me.

"Hi," the girl melted, clicking her pen,"I'm Eboni. Are you here to get to get a tattoo?"

Nope, I'm here to see strippers, I thought sarcastically to myself.

"Nah, my brother is trying to get something," I said instead.

"Oh, what do you need?" She asked toning down some.

"I want a tattoo of my mother's birth and death date on my rib cage. If Cole is in, I'd like him to do it if that's cool," Eric explained.

Eboni nodded," He just came in off his lunch break so he's free. Just take a seat over there and he'll get to you in a second."

"She wanted to suck you up," Eric whispered in a laugh.

"Shut the hell up," I replied adjusting my Pen Griffey hat.

"Yo 'E'," a tall light skin guy with waves came towards the front of the shop.

He slightly reminded me of Dave East.

Eric stood up,"What's up Cole?"

"Not much, not much. What you need?"

"Birth and death date of my moms right here," Eric gestured where he wanted it.

I didn't really get why he was getting it.

I was two years older than him and I barely remembered our mom, so I know for a fact he definitely didn't. Then again she was our mom and I still loved and wished I had gotten more time with her, but at least I had Grandma Ann. She acted like a mother to us for sure. When my mom did die, she took me and Eric in since we were the youngest and close in age. My other two siblings were split up amongst the other family members.

"Ok, ok. I can do that for you. This your brother right?"

"Yeah, Bryson."

"Mmhh I knew it. He got me in trouble with my baby moms once when we were together. Had her talking all crazy about "why don't I pray to God to keep her all to myself" or some shit like you do with your old lady," Cole looked at me shaking his head.

"My bad," I laughed.

"It's cool," he shrugged it off," cause we broke up anyways. I told her if she wanted a nigga to say all that lovey dovey shit to her, she better go find you."

Exactly why I say what I say in songs, I thought.

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