Instant Love ll: Second Chances {Sequel: August Alsina Story}

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Mariah POV:

Our first show is in Athens, Georgia. Dats in three days. We at rehearsals fa sound check and it's early. I am not a mornin' person what so eva! And tha people in dis buildin' on dis stage gettin' on my nerves frfr. My dancers are off beat. Tha band is fuckin' up. Dey aint doin' shit right. Dis is givin' me a migraine!

Me: "OKAY! Look! Y'all fuckin' up. How hard is ta stay on beat. Count. Ya know...as in numbas. Uno dos thres cuatro. Sound familiar? Do it. Three days. Thres dias. Estoy empezando a conseguir molesto a la mierda..."

August: "MeMe! Come'ere!" He semi-yelled signalin' me wit his finga

I walk ova ta him and meet him half way

Me: "What?"

He gives me dat watch yo attitude towards me face. I cross my arms and look ta my right

August: "Aye. Calm down" He said turnin' my face towards his

I juss look at him wit a straight face. He grabs my shirt by tha waist, pulls me close ta him and pecks my lips and I kiss back

August: "Relax..."

Me: "Dey gettin'. On my neeerrrves"

August: "I undastand. Babe. Juss relax. It's early I know. Dat makes er'thang a thousand times worse. Breath."

I count ta twenty and look up at August

August: "Ya good?"

Me: "Juss. Peachy"

I did a fake smile and he juss laughs. He kisses my forehead and walks off tha stage back ta tha floor

August: "Breath! And don't pop off!" He yelled

Me: "I'll try!" I said in tha microphone

I push my hair back and walk back ta tha band and dancers

Me: "Imma be nice bout dis. It's too damn early fa dis shit. If y'all haven't notice, y'all not on beat, band dudes...you're off, and clearly I'm not a mornin' person. Dis whole situation can be avoided and we can all be happy. All I need ya ta do is do it right. Dis whole thang can be a win-win situation. Y'all make me look good. I make y'all look good. Na. Let's do dis again. No fuck ups!"

August POV:

Why did rehearsals have ta be dis mornin'? Dey couldn't have waited til ta'night? Mariah was goin' off on er'body. Dey got ha talkin' in Spanish and shit. She was in thug mode. I had ta go on tha stage and tell ha ta calm down. She's on tha verge of punchin'em in tha face. When I got back on tha floor James looked at me

Me: "What?"

James: "What did you say to her? She's calm"

Me: "Nun really. I juss know how ta talk ta ha. Dats all. You can only let ha go so far when she pissed. When she starts talkin' in Spanish...stop ha. Don't let ha keep goin'. Dats why I went up there. *sighs* And she's not a mornin' person. So dats half tha reason she goin' off on er'body. You been dealin' wit ha fa two years and yeen ain't used ta ha doin' dis?"

James: "Nope. Because once she's mad...I just let her be mad."

Me: "*laughs* A lil advice. Don't."

James: "It's a good thing you're here then"

Michael: "Nah. What's good is that they back togetha. Keep her bipolar ass in check. How long has been since she had tha D?"

Chris: "Right. That's probably what's wrong with her. Aug, I give you permission to fuck her"