In Front of the Mic

Chapter Twelve: California Dreaming

Tiffani POV

(One Week Later)

"Shai! I gotta go to work. You coming with me or do you wanna hang with Chris today?"

He came downstairs dressed in an American flag tank top, white skinny jeans with red and blue J's. He was playing on the new iPhone I got him.

"Umm that depends on who you're working with? I thought Em was in Paris."

"I still gotta work boo boo. He gave my name to some other artist who didn't wanna be named over the phone."

I said as I looked into my compact checking my make up. Flawless... as usual. I got extra cute today, I was wearing a long strapless black and white chevron dress. Its had two slits down each side and black Louis shoes with a silver buckle. I had my hair in a messy bun and a side bang that was kind of held back by a white flower clip.

"Oh, I'll chill with Chris then and could you please NOT call me boo boo."

"Well damn! Imma do it just to get on your nerves now, but iight lemme just see what he's doing and if he's free I'll drop you off."

Chris POV

"What?!! We can't push the album another month... I already. Well yeah....... but I put on Twitter that...... What about the fans? .....FUCK!! Okay, I'll push the date, but you need to get your shit together or imma have to fire yo ass."

I hung up and collapsed on the couch. What the fuck is wrong with my people. Somehow the tracks I did got lost when they moved them from the studio in New York. Shit. See, this is why I like to work on my own shit. I need a fucking miracle worker to get me out of this. That was eight damn tracks! I sighed and tried to watch some TV... I guess today's a kickback day. I wonder what Tiffani's doing? My phone immediately started ringing. I smiled as I read the caller ID.

"Hey baby! I was just thinking about you. Whatcha wanna do today?"

"Umm actually Chris... I have work, but Shai has been dying to hang with you. How about you guys have a little boy's day?"

"Iight I'll take lil man, but you owe me. I wanna go on a date tonight... in public."

"Honey, we've only been dating for a week. Are you sure your fans can handle seeing you with another woman all over social media?"

"Well, I'm sure they'll be more okay with us after I tell them I gotta push the album date another month."

"Are you serious?! Why would you do that?"

"You think I wanna do this?! I don't have a choice Tiff. They lost my fucking tracks!"

"Aye you betta find the 'off' switch and shut that shit down! Who the hell you yelling at? I just asked a question. Do you need me to help?"

"My bad baby, I'm just so fucking mad, but nahh imma let my people handle it. You go make yo money baby, who you working with anyway?"

"I don't know. Apparently, Em's been throwing my name around in the industry and someone wants to work with me, but they didn't wanna be named over the phone. I'm in you're driveway, by the way."

I walked out to see Tiffani driving a white Bugatti. She and Shaheem got out. Damn, my baby was looking bad as fuck. Who the hell is going to work with looking like that?

"Nice car. Uh... why are you dressed like.... that?"

"Like what Chris? You don't like it?"

I walked around her. She looked perfect. Her hair, her dress... just everything. I walked up and kissed her forehead.