|: Hope U Do...

|: This Bitch...

Chris Brown

Tonight was the big night of my art show. I had come to downtown SoHo a couple hours earlier to help set up and get things ready for this moment. I had the shit I needed form Atlanta, I just had needed to bring it and set it up to my liking. Would have been did the shit had I not got stuck in bed all night with Cree. But shit, I needed that loving in my life. I was feigning.

Everything was set up to where whoever was coming could go to each portrait or wall and look at what they liked. If they wanted to purchase, they could bid on the IPad's that were in front of each piece and whoever bid the highest, would get it by the end of the night. We had a DJ booth set up and an open bar set up on the side of the place. My people even set up a station in the middle of everything where I could create something new during the event. It was pretty dope to say the least.

Around 9:30 pm, the crowd started to grow. I was standing behind the DJ, leaning against the wall and nodding my head to "Skywalker" By Miguel, singing along to the song. I wanted to sit back and check out the scene before I did anything else. I wanted to make sure everybody was enjoying themselves, keeping a drink in their hands and bidding on what they liked.

I walked through to the bar, giving people daps and hugs as I maneuvered my way through the crowd. Once I sat down, I ordered a glass of Henny and pulled my phone out to call my baby. It rung twice before she answered.

"Yesss, babe." She said in a sing-song voice.

"Where you at? I been looking for you."

"Me and Bran on the way. I couldn't figure out what to wear." She laughed.

"Anything would've been good on u, baby girl. Just hurry up and get here. I need my muse for this painting I'm trying to do." I said, taking a sip of my drink once the bartender brought it to me.

"Aw, I'm the muse?" She asked shyly. I hear her smile through the phone, making me smirk as I finished my drink.

"Of course. So get here soon. Tryna show you off."

"Okay, we should be there shortly. See you in a minute."

I ordered another drink as we hung up and made my way to the center of the room, lifting my hat and rubbing my head.

I started to get shit together, reaching into the tote that was next to the easel and picking out the colors I wanted to use. As I got everything set, I heard the DJ announce I was bout to start on something new. Most of everybody turned their attention to me, clapping and cheering me on as I decided where to start. I had already drawn out a base for what I wanted, so It would truly be a surprise when I was finished. This was gone be something personal, so people had to keep their hands off this one.

I turned my fitted around on me head grabbed the small can of black paint out first, opening it and taking a small brush to outline the base. I focused on this as they played one of my songs called "45", one I hadn't put on my album. I nodded my head as I got into what I was doing. Everybody else seemed to do the same, just letting me do my thing.

After about 35 minutes, I was bout halfway through it with no breaks. I hadn't looked to seen if Cree had even walked through the door. I was bout to look up when I felt hands rub down my back and around my waist. It made me stop for a second, closing my eyes as I licked my lips. I felt her head land on my shoulder, breathing into my ear for a minute.

"Damn... I ain't know if you made it or not. I was waiting..."

"Mm...you still smell the same. Feel even better than before." Said an all too familiar voice. I put everything down, frowning up as I took her hands from around me and faced the last person I thought I would see tonight. I tossed my head back, mouthing "what the fuck" before looking down at the she-devil herself.