Downtown . (August Alsina)

Studio Connection .

(( 7 Months Later - August))

I'm now living in Atlanta on my own, trying to figure out what musical path I'm trying to take and shit like that. I don't want to be labeled as an R&B artist because they have reputations of tight pants, high-picthed voice and other bullshit like that. I still want to be and R&B singer just different from the rest, I want to be August Alsina.

I'm under this management and production company called NNTME MuCo.; they've been guiding me the past couple of months. Sadly, I never got in the studio yet because we still figuring out some shit. When I do finally get in the studio and officially start my shit I'm going to make sure I stay true to my roots. I don't want to be doing shit to please other people. I'm August Anthony Alsina not no damn Miguel or Robin Thicke.

Lately, I've been clubbing and chilling with some broads and niggas I met around the block. They chill or whatever. Atlanta ain't nothing like New Orleans but if I got to do what's right then so be it. I'd rather have to adjust to a whole new place; than to worry if I'm going to survive the day.

I was laying down in my apartment, watching the Saints game and I got a call. It was from a number that I never saw before, "Hello, is this August?"

"Yeah. Who is this," I asked curiously because nobody from down here have my number except the people I fuck with.

"This Knuck Taylor, I'm one of the head producers for Noontime. I was calling to see if you wanted to officially start working in the studio this weekend. It's going to be me, your manager and a couple of friends."

"Sure, I could drop by Saturday or whenever you want me to come over there. Just hit me up and let me know what time. Thanks for the call." BRUH! I'm going hop in the studio, I'm so fucking excited! This is the official beginning of my long road ahead of me.

(( Saturday ))

It's finally Saturday I've been bucked the past three days! Knuck texted me this morning and told me to meet him at the studio around eight o'clock tonight. It's seven o'clock now and I have to get ready to leave for the studio. Since I wasn't going to see nobody special, I decided to put on something casual. I got dressed in my black jeans, black and yellow OBEY shirt, orange-leopard Roshe Runs, and a jean jacket.

I left my apartment around seven-thirty because I didn't know if they were going to have traffic or not. Luckily I didn't live that far from the studio so I got there sooner than expected. When I pulled up there were about four cars out front. To say this was a studio the building was huge. I got out of my car and strutted into the building. I ain't even about to lie, I'm nervous as hell for this studio session. Knuck already told me what studio to go in and other shit like that.

I took a deep breath before opening the door, I can be a bitch at times. I opened the door and the first thing I recognized was the smell of weed. That brought a smile to my face and I instantly felt at home, "My nigga Aug!" Knuck came over to me and dapped me up. I smiled and dapped up the rest the people in the room, except the only girl in the studio. I gave her a simple wave and flashed her my smile. She waved and smirked at me.

She is the baddest chick I've ever seen in my entire life! She had that right color skin, she wasn't lightskin and she wasn't brownskin. She was right in between, like Ciara skin color. She was about 5'3, clear skin, flat stomach, fat ass, thick thighs and perfect teeth. Her hair was long and jet black with light brown tips. But what stood out the most was . . . her tattoos! They were all on her thighs, arms and one on her neck. The girl also had a lil' diamond stud in her nose. I swear I would have fucked her on sight but, something about her seem different.

Knuck started talking to her, "Yo Marley, this my nigga August. He been in the Noontime family for a while now and he finally getting in the studio. So, give him a warm welcome and get to know him while I finish up with this beat. He a New Orleans nigga, watch what you say baby!" Everybody that's not from New Orleans tries to say baby, that shit sound stupid!