With demanding careers on both ends, Nicki and her boyfriend, NBA Youngboy, aren't always home to take care of their six year old son, Jeremiah. By Nicki being in the medical field and Youngboy in the music industry, they don't have much time for fa...
I had to look my best for my first interview. I felt like everyone around the United States of America would be watching me. I felt like they'd critique and criticize the way I talk, look, act among many other factors.
I got Nicki to wake up earlier than usual so she could do my make up after I got dressed. Of course she gave me sass and attitude, she was groggy and mad that I woke her up before the sun rise.
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I kissed her goodbye for the day and told Jeremiah to have a good day at school.
Kiari came to get me around ten in the morning. He eyed me up and down, biting his lip. Without words, he told me that I looked good. "Little Caesar pizza, I be hot and ready."I laughed. We got in the car and went over to Rolling Stone. I've never heard of them but hey, there's a first for everything. He held my hand the whole way to the room.
People working around us were friendly enough to greet us but my anxiety was kicking in. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to not greet them and come off as a mean person but I was too shy to actually say hi back. I mentally face palmed myself and forced a smile to hide my nervousness.
We made it to the office we would be interviewed in and sat down.
"You good?"Ki asked me with a concerned look. I nodded, lying.
"You sure? You shaking, man. We ca' leave, you don't gotta do this."
"I'm fine."
He kept a close eye on me the whole time , making sure I was comfortable. I wasn't comfortable with people questioning me.
I was so shaken up I couldn't even answer the guy's first question. "It's truly a banger for the summer so I have to ask what inspired you to write this song?"
"Uh, just, I'm a stripper. Ion really wanna strip nomore. That's where the... 'ion dance now I make money moves' comes from."It literally took me five minutes to formulate an answer to the first question.
I was not going to survive this interview. I looked down at the hand on my thigh, Ki was rubbing my leg attempting to calm me down.
I don't think I like this lime light. It's not all it's choked up to be. People make it look so easy and look at me, messing everything up. I feel horrible inside...
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"So are y'all together? You two seem pretty closely knitted together?"
It felt like this interview would never end. Question after question was thrown at me. This made Ki and I look at each other and laugh.
"Are we together?"Ki asked me with a smirk. I wanted to hit him but that wouldn't be a good look for us on camera.
"She knows she wants me. Just playing a little hard to get is all."Ki laughed, trying to ease my tension.
"We're moving at her pace and whenever she wants to become my girlfriend, she will be that. Until then, we're just very good friends."He summed up for me.
Finally the interrogation ended and he and I were leaving.
"I told you we could've left."
"I didn't want to ruin it for you."
"You have a problem with anxiety I see. You was shaking so much I'm sure the people noticed it. They probably thought you had terrets."
"The fuck is that?"I asked with an attitude.
"An disorder."
"I don't have no damn terrets boy."
"I know that. Get inna back seat real quick."
"Why?"
"Because I said so. Just do it."
Like he requested, I took off my seat belt and climbed to the back. He pulled the car over and got in the back with me. "What're you about to do?"I asked.
"You'll see. Take that damn dress off girl."
I stared at him and folded my arms across my chest. "You're not about to fuck me in this lil ass car."I refused.
"Do it look like I have a condom? No, we ain't about to fuck. Take the dress off."He demanded. "Okay. Don't yell at me!"I warned, pointing my finger in his face.
"Take this off too."he tugged at my thong. I rolled my eyes but did it anyway.
"I'd eat you out onna daily if we were together. Lemme get a taste real quick."
"If you wanted to eat my cat you could've said so."I laughed. It was kind of cramped in the back but we made it work. I rode his face and he licked all over me.
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I got home before anybody else and started to surf the web. I found that there were multiple YouTube videos about me made by people that think they know everything, bloggers. I clicked on one of them. "I'm here to discuss Offset from Migos, his alleged girlfriend, an interview they did this morning and the girl herself."The lady started off. I rolled my eyes. Here we go...
The lady went on and on about the interview and paused and rewind when I basically told the world that I was a stripper. "Wait! So Offset is dating a stripper named Cardi B."She then took out her phone. Her phone screen showed on the right side of the screen to show what she was doing. She searched me up and multiple pictures of Ki and I popped up. "Keep in mind that this is the same girl that wrote Bodak Yellow."She told the audience. "This is also the same girl that used to babysit NBA Youngboys son."She added. I exited YouTube and decided not to look at any more of the video.
I didn't need to know what people were saying about me. Their opinions shouldn't matter to me. I'm popping right now so who cares what the media thinks...
