Bad Luck or Fate?

Chapter 60

Justin and I had just finished doing the first rehearsal for History of Rap 6. I was breathing heavily and sweating like crazy. I put the microphone down to my side as we started to walk down the staircase. Justin was hopping down the steps, bounding three steps at a time and I felt a stabbing pain in my side under my left rib. It burned to take a breath in and I could hear my heartbeat in my head.  Jesus, Justin was barely breaking a sweat and I felt like I just ran a marathon. I really need to get back to working out. These last three months have been killer on my physique.

Once I got back on solid ground, I walked over towards my desk. I grabbed my water bottle off my desk and tossed one over to Justin. Justin caught it and opened the bottle, taking a drink. "You are doing killer out there, Jim. That was better than I expected for a run through."

I shook my hand at him and took a long gulp of water, taking a towel off my chair and wiping off sweat. I grabbed my plaid shirt and pulled it away from my chest. It was literally stuck. I felt the pull on my chest hair. Screw it. We have to rehearse again in a little bit anyways. "Please. I hope I can get through this one, I almost died on the last one and that was before I got shot and had a second kid. Speaking of which, Breckyn kind of flipped her shit last night." I said as I sat down in my chair behind the desk, propping my legs up on the chair next to it. I didn't want Justin to see me like this, but I was winded and my chest had a deep burn. I put two fingers to my wrist to check my heart rate. I need to call Drew and have her here, just in case.

Justin was stretching, bent over touching his toes. He looked up from his position before standing back up straight, stretching his arms across his body. That's a good idea. I should probably do that too. I grabbed my left around and stretched it across, pulling it tight with my right hand. My sore muscles ached. Justin chuckled as he heard me groan. "Why? She didn't want you to do it? Jess always gives me a hard time, too, man but the fans.. what do you call them?" he asked. "FalPals." I said stretching my other arm. "Yeah, nice name by the way.. anyways the FalPals like it." He said as he bounced up and down. Dear god, he needs to really start aging or else I'm gonna start looking bad. The kid didn't look a day over 25.

"No, no its not that at all. She did get a little angry when I was doing the wobble this morning in the bathroom and she got a little upset when I rapped to Thomas to put him to sleep but no it wasnt that." I put my hands behind my head and leaned back to try to open up my lungs and get more oxygen. Man, all that dancing was probably a bad idea. Justin shook his head and put his hands to his temples. "You rapped to your newborn son? Oh, god, which one did you use? Please tell me it was fucking problems. It was wasn't it? You don't even have to tell me."

 I laughed and nodded. "You already know. Well you saw him when we were rapping that in front of him. He calmed down instantly. Plus, my Drake impression is down pat, man. I edited it for him. Dont worry I was responsible. I didn't make it dirty." Justin clapped his hand to his waist and let out a loud laugh. Whatever he pictured in his head of my rapping had to have been ridiculous, which I'm sure last night I was. He caught his breath and walked over to my desk. "I dont know about responsible but editing was good. Justin took my towel off my shoulder and wiped off sweat before sitting down on top of my desk. He wiped the back of his head and hung the towel around his neck. "Anyway, whats up brother? Why did Breckyn freak?"

I sighed and stood up, taking off my sweat pants and resorted to wearing my gym shorts. The sweats were easier to slide around on the floor with if I needed to but screw it, it was hot. We were doing a lot more dancing in this History of Rap than we have before. That was my idea. I need to be more active and show off my talent. That might have been a bad choice given my current condition. "Thomas has a birthmark under his left eye. Well, you know. You saw it yesterday. Anyways, we were looking at Thomas last night, discussing whose features he had, things like that."