June 8th 1992: 11am
|Monaé's P.O.V|
"I think with this shot she needs to be eating some popcorn or somethin, and Janet girl get more up on him like he Denzel Washington or some shit! Coz it look a little dry, and both the Windows should be down" I put on my focused face as we try to perfect Janet's scene where she's in the car with her mans.
"Yeah I think she right" Janet giggles opening the car door only inches away from me.
"Alright give us a few minutes, WE NEED ANOTHER POPCORN JERRY" the director John shouts from his chair, he Actually a really cool dude. I walk closer to Janet and engage in conversation.
"I actually love having you on set nefertari, you funny. I've been here for two weeks so far with pac, you'll love him he act just like you" Janet laughs as a makeup assistant brushes some pounder on her face.
"Thanks girl, appreciate it" I smile back.
"So when and why did you start writing poetry" she asks curiously, I ponder for a moment trying to think.
"Well, when I was about 13 I started. It was a good outlet for my emotions, writing stuff down when I'm mad, sad or even happy helps me a lot. And all those years of poetry helped me progress into writing rhymes" I shrug, making her nod her head, just as she opened her mouth to say something else her attention was grabbed by something else behind me.
"Janet! What's good baby" a male voice calls, followed by close footsteps makin me turn around in surprise, damn...it's tupac? Where the hell Déja at!.
"I ain't even gon hug you Coz you all made up an fine an shiet" tupac punchs his hand as he bites his lip at the sight of Janet as she shyly laughs and shakes her head, I swear she married or some shit?. Tupac smiles back at her not looking my way yet.
"Bu-...damn" he casually turns his head but a shocked expression takes over as he soon notices me. I just stand there not knowing what to do with myself. Imma dumb broad. Already embarrassing myself CHILL MONAÈ!.
"Nefertari...girl damn" he looks me up and down before extending his hand so I could shake it.
"Tupac shakur" he smiles brightly introducing himself even tho he knows I know who he is, I smile back feeling that his was contagious. I put my hand in his but he held it there and kissed it, his warm lips touching my hand had me lost for a moment...I couldn't remember the last time I was in a situation like this, shocking me instantly. I pull my hand away with a confused face once I snap back to reality.
"Listen 'tupac shakur' keep your crusty lips to yourself" I playfully kiss my teeth and walk back over to my co directing chair with my name on it, not my real name tho.
"What can I say, I like em feisty" I heard him say making me laugh a little as Janet laughs even harder.
"Today's gonna be a good day, y'all got me in tears already" Janet sighs making me laugh a little, feeling pacs eyes on me. I act as if I didn't even notice. I ain't even gon' lie y'all....he DAMN FINE.
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June 8th 1992: 12:30pm
|Monaé's P.O.V|
I ate a few grapes from off of the lunch table, (it's lunch break thank god!). I have no idea where Janet is but I'm just sitting with Regina King who plays Lesha justices (Janet's) best friend in the film, she cool as fuck.
"Oouu girl that nigga pac coming this way" she playfully bit her lip making me roll my eyes and laugh.
"He got all you females all bug eyed an shit" I shake my head, he just a man why they trippin so hard.
"He lookin your way Shit girl I'm gone" she grabs her sandwich and walks away making me sigh, these girls. I soon turn my full attention to what I could hear from next to me, it sounded like someone rappin my lyrics.
"I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest,
No stress, if you don't smoke sess, lest,
I must confess, my destiny's manifest,
In some vortex and sweats, I make treks like I'm homelessss,
Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess,
Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, yess" pac grooves along with a goofy expression on his face lookin a little over at me as he grabs a muffin. I try and hold back my smirk Coz I ain't gon lie, it hyped me that he knew my lyrics.
"It's Goretex not vortex" I decide to playfully mess around to play it cool, coz on the inside I don't know why..I'm nervous as SHIT! It's Coz I'm just hella shy but no one ever notices Coz I play it cool. he kisses his teeth playfully and tilts his head looking at me, resting his arm on the massive table beside him.
"Whatever, You can stay dissin, I'll have you know that's my jam mah" he smirked taking a bite of his muffin, I spin my chair a little so I wouldn't face him anymore Coz I could feel my cheeks heating up...what kinda gay shit is this Monaé! Women the fuck up.
"Gone all quiet now huh?" He speaks again making me try my hardest to hold back and hide my smile.
"My bad...you actually like it tho?" I smile at him a little trying to hold my shit together.
"Babygirl, I got yo album and mixtapes in my car" he said a matter of factly, I couldn't help but smile big, the way he called me baby girl tho-NO no Monaé girl no...he probably calls everybody baby girl so shut yo punk ass up...trick
"So if you can't tell, as of right now I'm hype. Got a nigga all nervous to be in the rap queens presence and shit" he shook his head making me laugh and eat a chip, I make him nervous? Oh please, wait...he just called me the rap queen?! Right then my heart started pounding.
"You funny, I ain't even gon front I be blastin out Only God Can Judge me in my whip...annnnd I might! Have one of your albums on my Walkman" I shrug, he flashes me a big smile for what I had said, but our conversation got cut short by a flash and familiar yelling.
"AYYYY my baby girl and tupac shakur, this one for my scrapbook SAY CHEESE!" Déja comes with her camera all up in our grill, I roll my eyes, I was just about to scold her but tupac twisted my chair around, put his arm around my shoulders and cheesed.
"Cheese!" he said holding me close, I pull annoyed faces at first but then laugh and End up giving in, I pose with a smile. Man Déja bouta get that ass whooped later, kindergarten round two?.
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Poetic Monaé • Tupac Shakur
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