The Come Up

Chapter 29 - Bizzy Bars

Seeing Bizzy perform his hit songs live is an amazing experience. He controls the crowds and brings so much energy that it makes my performance look wack to me, though I know everyone enjoyed it. I can almost hear Pookie screaming the lyrics. I now admired and respected him. He wasn't just another weed head rapper. He had substance in his music, he had grace on the stage and he had over 50,000 more fans than I did. 

Smooth Ricky kills the stage but leaves right after his performance. I never got to meet him. I guess that was kinda how it was the bigger you got. I was the newest one to the game. Bizzy had already had a top single and Smooth had two. 

The Pop Off Freestyle was still climbing the charts and a lot of people still didn't know me yet. The show only made me want to head straight back to Albany and create new fire. 

After it all ends Blaco and Mac allow me to exit out front, instead of outback with them. 

"Go sign some autographs, take pictures, communicate with your fans." Mac says. 

Mom, Pookie, Flex and Trisha are by me as I exit and a mob of screams and people yelling hits my ears. 

"Chanel, can I have a picture please!" I heard a voice call out. It seems to start the domino effect because soon everyone wants a picture or autograph. I spend a few minutes posing as they poke their camera out to do the selfies. 

I sign a few autographs, though I haven't decided on the one I really want to use and then Blaco swings the car around front.

Mac is in the front seat and when he rolls down the window, pictures snap and the screaming people become even louder. 

"Mac! Mac!" They call, hoping that he looks towards the camera but he just motions for me to come in.

I walk to the car with Trish. 

"Trisha and I are going to go hangout with Bizzy for a bit. I'll see you back upstate." I give him a kiss on the cheek and cameras snap like crazy. 

"Ok, darling be safe." He responds. 

Mom leaves with Flex and as we walk to the back entrance where Bizzy's limo still sits, I realize that Pookie is following us. 

"Where you goin?" Trisha asks. 

"What you mean? Chan said I would get to meet him." He protests. 

I laugh hard. "Nah let him come, I don't think Bizzy would mind. Just don't fan girl out and embarrass me." I say to Pookie. 

He rubs his hands. "I won't, I won't. Chillax." 

There is no one in the back  entrance apart from the smooth black limo. A man dressed in a suit and tie opens the door for me and a strong scent of weed pours out of the car. The fog is blinding. 

I enter and take a seat across from Bizzy. 

"Hey little firecracker!" He sings with a blunt in his hand. 

I laugh and cough, fanning the smoke away. 

"Bizzy, you mind if my other friend comes with us? We call him Pookie." I say as Pookie takes a seat as close to Bizzy as he can get.

Bizzy looks at him strange then shrugs. 

"Nah y'all valid." He speaks as if he is holding in a breath of smoke. 

He dabs up Pookie and I am surprised when Pookie doesn't actually scream and freak out. 

Two more people enter the limo. They were from Bizzy's squad. I realized I needed a hypeman after they came up on stage with him and made the whole situation ten times more lit than it would have been. I knew Trisha and Pookie wouldn't mind being hype on stage but they would probably start fighting and bickering up there. I laughed at the idea.