𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊,
stormi evans is the
biggest female r&b
singer on the planet.
with the fame and
success, such tragic
events in her life
take place. watch the
story of an r&b legend
from the beginning
of time till her deepest...
❛ At twenty-one year's of age, the will regins; at thirty, the wit; and at forty, the judgement. ❜
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' 𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟏𝟒, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟑 ' club 40 / 40 - new york, ny
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"Alright y'all lets sing, Happy Birthday to the woman of the night." Missy Elliot spoke in the microphone, getting everybody's attention. Everybody turned to face Stormi and August, who were standing in the middle of the room. The two watched K-Ci, Mary, Whitney, Dino from H-Town, and Dalvin stood in a semi-circle and soulfully blowed out a very Stevie Wonder rendition of Happy Birthday in sync.
"Why Dalvin up there? He know damn well he can't sing." August mumbled, taking a long exhale of the blunt in her hand. Stormi wanted to be smart and say 'you just mad because y'all stopped fucking around.' But It just wasn't the time, place nor moment for it.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Stormi. Happy birthday to you." The entire room joined in as Stormi stood still, with a huge cheeky grin on her face. "Thank you, I love y'all." She softly spoke, waving to everyone as they responded back with whistles and 'we love you too'.
"My lil baby is getting old." DeVante cooed, hugging Stormi from behind.
"Old? Aren't you older than me." Stormi asked, scrunching up her face as she swayed them from side to side. It was a bit difficult though, since she was so much shorter than DeVante's skeleton figure.
"Aww, Jack and the beanstalk." August chuckled, patting their shoulders and walking off towards the opposite bar.
"She's a trip, when's she high." Stormi giggled at DeVante remark. She watched everybody out on the dance floor. Prince and Mayte were dancing along to Poison by BBD, who were also dancing along with a few groupies. MJ and Brooke Shields were laughing while sipping some liquor at the bar. Whitney and Bobby were having a conversation with K-Ci and Mary. Biggie was in the pit with Pac and Faith. Al B. looked to be in a conversation with Babyface and Quincy Jones who was joined by his daughter Kidda. And that was just a few of the people that she noticed that she'd friended over the couple years of her life and career.
Tuning back into her surrounds, Stormi noticed that the DJ was now playing Gotta Love and that happened to be her favorite song from, Forever My Lady. "C'mon, I wanna go dance." Stormi pulled DeVante over towards the crowded dance floor. Even though, they were having fun Stormi wanted to bust out in laughter. Watching DeVante attempt to stay in rhythm to his own song was hilarious, but he looked cute while doing it.
"You've given me no choice, It's got to be done. How do you want it? Simple or complex. Gimme all you got, I just want to be sexed." DeVante spun Stormi around pulling her back towards his chest as they sung along to the track.
"Aye, Aye. Sorry to break up y'all love birds, but somebody is here to see you, Storm." Stormi turned around from DeVante's hold, spotting Janet with a cup of brown liquor in her hand. With the dim light shining on her face, she looked like Michael with box braids. "Who is it, Dunk?"
