In Front of the Mic

Chapter Two: We Just Came to Party

Tiffani POV:

I got back to my suite and quickly shut the door behind me. I began jumping up and down and yelling at the top of my lungs.

"OH MY GOD I JUST MET CHRIS MOTHER FUCKING BROWN!! HOLY SHIT I CAN DIE HAPPY!"

I flopped on my bed and took a deep sigh. I was holding that in ever since I left the mall. I looked at the time on my phone. 6:47... I wanted to be in the club by at least 9:00 so I can beat the squad of thirsty bitches that were just bound to pop up. I took a quick shower, put on a black and gold Alexander McQueen ensemble and some black Louis platform stilettos, with a gold lace trim around the back of the shoe. I wore large gold hoop earrings, a black beaded bracelet, a gold diamond studded Rolex watch and a gold anklet. Ya girl was looking better than a hood rat who just got her tax refund check. (No shade). I curled my 28 inch premium Brazilian, yes I gotta weave so? Anyway... I did my make up and grabbed my purse and left. The moment of truth has finally arrived.

Tyga POV:

"Man, these ain't the flyers I ordered. Can y'all do one fucking thing right?"

Chris walked up and examined the flyer. He pats my back.

"It's not bad. I like it... a lot. Now, stop being a little bitch and come over here. I got someone who wants to wish you a happy birthday." I followed Chris to the VIP section of the club, but it was empty.

"Chris you can't keep wasting my time on these shy ass groupies dawg, I got shit to d-" I turned around and my jaw dropped.

"You missed me nigga?!"

"Oh shit. Shad... I thought you were stuck in New York filming 106 & Park."

"I almost was but.... I pulled some strings." He said popping his collar.

"Nigga be real. What'd you do?" This nigga stay flexing.

"I ran my black ass out that building as soon as the clock hit 7:00."

We all laughed and I ran out to put the finishing touches on the decorations for the party. Everything seemed fine, but I was still missing something..... what was it? I called Chris over to give me a second opinion.

"Wassup bruh?"

"Don't you just feel like something's missing? I can't put my finger on it though." I watched Chris as he examined the two empty cages decorated with fake grass and greenery which hung from the ceiling. I knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Bitches!!" we both exclaimed loudly.

"Wait... wait, how are we gonna get some bad ass dancers on such short notice?" Chris smacked the back of my head and laughed.

"Nigga this is LA. There are bitches strutting up and down the street in short shorts and sports bras just waiting to get their 15 minutes of fame. Leave this shit up to me, bruh. Have I ever steered you wrong?"

"Well, there was that one time with that nun and the midget.....-" He started furiously waving his arms in my face.

"Aye man I thought you wouldn't bring that up anymore. Besides, they didn't press charges so in a way...it's like it never happened."

"Man explain that shit to the midget, I think his ass is STILL in therapy."

He laughed and exited the club. He returned 15 minutes later with two little baddies wearing neon pink and black zebra stripped bikinis. They had on neon make up and they were covered in neon paint splatters causing then to look like an Amazon warrior princess or some shit.

"Bruh, this is fucking dope! They fit the jungle theme perfectly, but can they dance?"

"Ha! Can they dance? Delicious, Cinnamon... show 'em what you do. LEGGO!" Chris snapped his fingers and the girls began twerking as if their life depended on it. All I saw was neon and ass... perfect! I instructed my assistant to get the girls in the cages. I gave Chris some dap and we headed to the VIP section to chill with Shad. It was 8:45 and people were pouring in... Time to party!

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Chris POV:

The party was on and popping. Everybody was too turnt. My niggas Kid Ink, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, and Birdman rolled through to turn up with my homie for his birthday. Nicki was here too looking like a sexy ass Barbie doll. We all in the the VIP section getting faded and smoking that good Cali shit. I was too happy bruh, just believe me. My nigga done worked to hard for this shit. He was enjoying himself too, he wasn't even thinking about what's her face. I was gone make sure it stayed that way, time to get some thick ass groupies in this bitch. I walked out to the DJ booth that looked over the dance floor.

"Aye y'all! We turning the fuck up in this bitch! It's my day one nigga birthday and he said he wanna big booty ho. So we gone need a few lovely ladies to report to the VIP section to make this turn up get extra digital." As soon as I said that a whole crowd of bitches started making their way to VIP section. That's when I saw it. It was her!! The girl from the mall. Damn she was looking dope as hell sitting at the bar like she just ain't give a fuck. I don't know what it is about a girl like that, but damn it do something to me. I whispered to my security guard big Pat to ask him to convince her to come to the VIP section. He nodded his head and started making his way to the bar.

Tiffani POV:

I sat there drinking my Vodka and Cranberry juice while Chris made his announcement. I started to go until I saw the whole gang of females run like a stampede of fucking bulls. I sat back on the bar stool and took a deep breath. Maybe I just wasn't supposed to meet Ty. I mean there is absolutely no way in hell I'd get in there on my own. I turned to the bartender to order another drink when I felt someone tap me on my shoulder. I turned around to see a large heavyset black man with a smile on his face... ummm ok?

"May I help you sir?"

"Um, yes. I need you to come with me ma'am."

"Oh hell nahh!! What for? I don't even know you. Imma need like five feet of space right now."

"You don't understand, Chris Brown sent me."

"Yeah and I'm Lil Wayne's baby momma." (haha get it?)

He turned around and showed me the back of his shirt. It read 'security' in large yellow print.

"Now do you believed me? Can I please escort you to the VIP section?"

I nodded my head and took his hand. We made our way across the dance floor and a sea of thirsty bitches until we finally made it to the VIP section. The security guard pulled back the curtain and it took everything in me to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. All of my favorite artists were gathered in one room it was kind of overwhelming. I scanned the room until I saw Michael.

He was face down in some girls breasts.... he hasn't changed a bit. I giggled as I waved to Chris who was sitting right next to him. He motioned for me to come here. I walked over to him barely breathing. I had always wondered what this moment would be like when I finally caught up with Ty, but now that I'm here.... I don't know what to do. I sat next to Chris and looked down.

"Oh so you shy now? Ty look. I met this girl just earlier today. She had the nerve to call me irrelevant." He laughed as he picked his head up. His jaw dropped as we made eye contact.

"Happy birthday bro! Miss me?"

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Well, that's Chapter Two!! Follow ya girl and message me. Tell me what you think should happen. Keep reading and watch as things take an... unexpected turn.

That's Tiffani in the pic at the beginning, just in case you wanted to know.