SESSION TWO

Session Tweleve

I had a party at my house to watch the PFL draft for the second time entering my third year as a pro football player. Not so much a big party just a hang out. My teammates brought their wives and children over. Had a lot fun for the kids in the back yard. Two chiefs on sight for $3k each to cook & cater for the grown ups.Beautiful day in LA right now. Many complements on my home, my back yard was complete with the statues of my parents up and standing tall. The interior of my house was something like the Versace house down in Miami.
The clean up was paid for as well after one had left. Took a drive in the night just to ride and smoke. Drop top in the Bentley listening to Drex, his music always has me focused. Smoking a cigar driving down sunset. Feeling real playa, thinking about a lot. I've come to a lavish lifestyle all alone with the supervision of parents and a grandma. Reminiscing as far back as I can on my life. Bringing tears to my eyes looking at this B on the steering wheel in my hand with a iced out Patek on my wrist.
Woke the next morning and said my prayers, it's been a minute and being busy is no excuse. Realized I need a lady, someone I can spend my life with. Can't continue to sleep around and spend money on girls who are temporary. Even did some stalking on Ciara's social media page. Her baby was getting big, still looking good in designer I bought him. Ciara is still single, working things out with her ex boyfriend. Still in school, parents watching the child while she is on campus.
A lot of my friends from Miami I played ball with made it to the league. Communicating with them was a good feeling after two years. One player I know will do well in this league is Marcel, at running back. This draft, we drafted two lineman in the first round on defense. Even drafted a linebacker the third round and a running back from Penn State. Those four I knew of from watching college football myself. The linebacker I'm sure will be groomed well by Keith.
I Went to Cool Joe's house to watch the last round of the draft. Just wanted to see if some of my homies from Houston would make it in. On social media, him and I just talking about females. Surprised to know cool joe had made himself well known in the city. Knew some females I was aware of and would see at Drex house. "Shid, I'm trying to get like you though, they say you fucked all the bad bitches in the industry.." ... "I don't know about that.. I honestly just want to settle down to be real with ya... got too much money to spend for myself".
In the weight room working out with the offense. The facility was closed but I opened it because Don gave me the keys to the building and I got it made like that here. Listening to Eric's playlist breaking a sweat with the boys. In his shuffle a Brianna song comes on, a brand new song. Never heard it before and I'm always updated with music. She has been dropping singles ever other week so far. This song caught my attention when she started singing real mellow and said "Your a King, you kno you are. It's in your name, you were born a star."
"Wait, turn that up..." I got closer to the speakers to hear the words clearly. "This shit hot ain't it, some real smooth boss shit." Eric was talking to me but I wasn't paying any attention. "I knew we shouldn't have did it, i knew that once you hit, I knew we shouldn't have did it". ... Sure this song was about me, it was a real good song but I wonder what is Brianna really feeling.
I wanted to contact her and talk about the song but I didn't want to ruin the spark of the flame. Her music is on fire, all of her fans are happy to post videos listening to her music and wearing her new line of make-up. Drex called me later on that day was in the bed studying and playing stocks. "Yo son that new Brianna song sound real nice don't it?" We both started laughing, the conversation began. Drex was in his home town Toronto, Canada.
Didn't have to keep Brianna on my mind because she made time to always reach out to me. Heading to the facility for another work out Day she called me in her private flight to London. "So I heard you will be at Met Gala, of course you should because it's in our domain..." ... "Who told you this?" ... "Alexander... says you took his sponsorship for the red carpet." ... False information according to me, never spoke with Alexander Wang in my life. Not have I ever had the chance to speak with him. Working with Tom Ford that would be against the rules.
My manager Toni contacts me and tells me I have a sizing appointment on my schedule that I missed. Something else I was not aware of, "it's on your schedule," she screen shot it and showed me. Called Latrice, called Jerome, then I called Mike. Nobody knew how the fuck my signature appeared on a contract with Alexander Wang. "I'm not doing shit with Alex, call him and let him know we have to call this off. I know nothing of Met Gala".
Alexander was too prepared to pull out, told me he would sue me. That word made me call my lawyer and legally it would be breach of contract if I do not perform. "It's just walking the red carpet, your a fucking superstar why would it hurt to make $5,000 to walk the red carpet". ... "Because Mike, I have a contract with Ton Ford".
Personally I called Tom at my home. Spoke with him about everything he was disappointed as he had been developing something special for me. "This is bad news Quincy, real bad news." Then he just hung up, shit made me look bad. Took a seat and a long thought on who could have maybe set me up on my income.
First day of training for camp everybody is in the facility back to work. The locker room is a party house as we all unite for another season. Two-a-day begins in three days for two weeks. Another week for the rookies to prove their permanent stay. Four weeks of pre season, then the season takes off. Our season opening is against our State rivals down in San Diego. They come to LA to play in our huge dome.
In the locker room I received a call from Mike with a voicemail that told me he had something to do with forging my signature. "Yo Q where are you, I'm here waiting on you for the sizing". ... No wonder coach Garret mentioned I had somewhere better to be. I rushed to the location just to cuss Mike out. We got into a huge argument on sight. "Your fired... you better have all my information trashed by tomorrow or I'll be seeing you in court Mike..."
I got sized because my lawyer and Latrice told me too. The tux was really nice on some new stylish shit but I felt bad because I really liked my contract with Aron. Met Gala is in three days. I had no idea of none of this if it wasn't for Brianna. Alexander Wang could see I didn't want no parts of this. He knew about my relationship with Tom because I've done magazines and runways for him. "Well since you fired him, guess you get the ten thousand dollars... Even though the tux your going to keep is worth $32thousand".
Looking at ten thousand dollars in my hand just so use to this money didn't even know what to do with it but throw it in the safe. I went to the safe and the safe was full, had to leave out just cause my mind was on other things.
Did a few commercials for my brand. They should sir by the time the pre season begins. So far we have sold 92/100 percent of products and the distribution will grow even more has I look to sign deals with franchise stores like Ross, Tj-Max, Local malls and outlets. On a profit from this brand I'm making roughly $374k a month. Residual money, plus I love seeing the nation in my athletic gear. Even became a trending topic all summer and still rolling. '#QKs' became popular on social media. More females wore my athletic attire for working out. The males loved to stunt in these new era of brand sneakers. Running $150 a pair your local footlocker and Finish-line.