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"It's about damn time!  I can't wait till Aaliyah find out! She gonna be sick!" Lisa jumped around.

"Don't tell her, Left? Please..." I pleaded.

"Fine... I'm going to go meet up with Tionne at club Dizzy. There's some chick she wants me to meet. You comin?" Lisa spoke on the group she was forming with her new friend. I didn't know Tionne well, but she seemed chill.

"Meeting another girl?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I'm saying! I'm tired of holding auditions for the third bitch already. If this last girl ain't her, I'm callin it quits." Lisa rolled her eyes.

"I promised Pac I was gonna go with him for his last day of shooting. We'll catch up with you guys later, okay?"

"Fasho. Peace out."

"Holla."

***

Watching Pac maneuver... he was a great actor.  The way he clenched his jaw when he played upset, to the gleam in his eye when he played devious.

My man.

I crossed my legs as I watched in anticipation.

"This shit is crazy, ain't it? Tupac is like a real psychopath." Omar's girlfriend whispered over to me.

"I know!" I popped a potato chip in my mouth.

"These boys are talented. Every last one of them- even tubby." The director mentioned the little fat one.

They ran the last scene straight through. No cuts or edits needed. It was dope.

I was proud of them.

Tupac's death was coming up and I was gnawing at my fingernails.

His fine ass evil character had a good run.

***

"Bump the premiere! I'm waiting for them checks to start rollin in! I wanna take my girl on hot air balloon dates and boat rides. You know, white people shit!" Pac walked with his arm around me.

I smiled.

"Your poetry...." I mentioned.

"Yeah, what about it?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Don't stop that... this movie gon blow up, no doubt, but you got something special there. Shit, you got something special everywhere within you."

"That was sweet. I don't plan on stopping but I also don't plan on making it my sole talent. There's so much I can do, Mo." Pac spoke.

"I know, baby. You're a man of much." I kissed his hand.

"There's a few thangs I ain't show you yet, though..." his voice got lower as he kissed the nape of my neck.

I shivered.

"What's that?" I questioned.

"My birthday coming up." He raised a eyebrow, drifting from my first question.

"What you trying to do for it? Anything in particular you looking for?" I asked.

" That Rolex I been illin over. I also want a phat party! With food, dranks, and hella smoke. Then... at the end of the night ... I want you, Mo. Just us giving our all to eachother. " he sounded excited.