Poetic Monaé • Tupac Shakur

Chapter 23

June 25th 1992: 3pm

|Monaè's P.O.V|

"So what do you think of Janet Jackson?" the interviewer asks me, we where doin some individual interviews on set today, for MTV and what not for when the film gets released.

"Janet is a very nice sistah, she made me feel more then welcome when I first got here, which I'll forever be greatful for because I was really nervous as HELL at first" I smile at the man as we laugh a little, glancing over at the camera that was pointed at me.

"Excellent excellent. Well what have you taken away from this experience so far? Because this is your first time writting and also co-directing for a movie is that correct?" He says.

"Yes that's correct, which is why I was so nervous...I mean working with all of these great people made me get scared. And from this whole experience so far I will definitely take away being more at ease with following orders, and also a lot of directing skills my man John has taught me" I smile waiting for another question.

"And have you met anyone you have...looked up to in a sense? or that you are a fan of" he asked, I didn't even need to think about this one

"Maya angelou!, that women is something else, not only do I adore her poetry but also acting skills and her political stand point as a female activist...I was shakin so bad when she said hello" I laughed a little.

"So I'm assuming she's your favourite person on set?" The man chuckles

"Most definitely" I shake my head with a smiled. And then out of nowhere pac pocked his bald ass head in front of the camera, not facing me.

"She playin, it's me!" he cheesed being all goody making me get up off my stool whilst laughing, I push him away with all my strength. It ain't even his turn yet and he don't stop goofin...he make me laugh too damn much.

"Movvahh!" I laugh even harder as I push him away while we both laugh, not in camera shot.

"Hold up?! Did You jus tell me to 'movahhh' " pac mimicked my voice, my eyes soon went wide when I remembered Dre's joke.

"I'll see you later" I giggle not even responding to the fact I just told him to 'mooovahh' goddamn. I walk away from him running back to my stool to finish the interview.

"Oh I'll definitely see You later!" Pac cheekily grinned walking away, I could barley see him due to all of the huge filming equipment and what not. And also for the simple fact that the lights where off and only on where I'm sitting (for the interview).

"I'm so Sorry bout that, TUPAC PLAY TOO MUCH!" I shout so pac could hear me as well as the interviewer.

"Whateva baby!" I hear pac call back as I smile at the camera. This nigga always on some games.

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June 25th 1992: 9pm

|Monaé's P.O.V|

I put my hands on pacs chest, looking to my left and right to check if we're alone where the refreshment table is (aka my favourite place ever) which we where. I hold his chin gettin ready to kiss him.