The Final Twenty-Four | 4

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|Recap|

"The hell you doing E? We got to knock because their door is locked."

"Nah. Try ringing the doorbell that's why they got one with yo ghetto black ass."

"Whatever leprechaun from the hood."

"Whatever my ass crayola," Eric fired back.

"Glad you guys could come," she said while leading us to the back "hey guys look who decided to show up!"

It's no surprise that we were bombarbed by screaming fans and paparazzi. We promised Jerry that we would not leave the studio until Appetite for Destruction is finished but in all honesty, I don't see us finishing that shit any time soon.

"Jerry is going to kill us," Dre whispered.

I rolled my eyes. "Jerry doesn't have to know and he's not going to know. He shouldn't even be at the studio right now, he should be home by now so we good."

We took a few steps closer to the swimming pool and was blocked by two security guards.

"Whoa slow your roll, you're not invited. This is a private pool party and you must be on the guestlist."

"Aye hold up yes the hell we are invited. Lauren personally invited us," I spat.

He glared at me. "Nah I'm pretty sure you're not on the list. Now look young man don't make this difficult. You and your crew needs to quietly leave the premises, now I'm trying to be as polite as I can be."

"He an old fashioned ass nigga," I chuckled.

"Did you say something?"

"Eric and the rest of us is just wondering why the hell you don't recognize us and why aren't we on the list," said Dre.

"And what is your name sir? I can check the list one last time."

"My name is Dre but don't call me sir."

He laughed. "Oh so you don't want me to call you sir? Well would you prefer me to call you miss or m'am? And one more thing I'm all about respect and I demand it. So first things first, I don't tolerate the word nigga."

"Is this part of your job or something? Look just let us in already!" he demanded.

"Nope," he said without looking at the paper.

"Aye if you don't open this damn door-"

"Whoa what's the problem?" Lauren asked "they've been personally invited by me. As a matter of fact they're V.I.P, so they should be on the list. They're celebrities for crying out loud."

"Oh I know they're famous but Boyz to Men aren't on the list."

"Boyz to Men?!" we asked in unison.

She laughed. "You're joking right? This is N.W.A, they're far from Boyz to Men."

"Oh," he mumbled "well why didn't y'all tell me who you are instead of leading me to getting physical? Especially you Eric, you and that N word."

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