Drake's Epiphany

Drake's Epiphany PART 3

Drake sleeps through the missed calls. After a while he wakes up and checks his phone.

Drake: *Damn, i missed the calls*

*calls back*

Drake: "Hello? Sorry i forgot to call you when i got here"

Unknown Female: "It's okay i fugre you would be tired once you got there. But, i was just calling to tell you next week after your interview lets go to a club in New York, i got us a deal!"

Drake: "Sounds good, can i bring my team."

Unknown Female: "Sure, no problem, we got VIP"

Drake: "Alright, i'll call you later."

*hangs up*

Drake gets up and calls the Young Money team to tell them about the club next week. So far, Tyga, Cory Gunz, Mack Maine and some of the other members are going. After the calls Drake hears his mother calling him downstairs.

Momma: "You been sleeping all day?"

Drake: "Yeah mom, next week i'm going to this club with the team and i was jst making some phone calls to get it all set up.

Momma: "Really, what club?"

Drake: "Club Zelle"

Momma: Oh, i hear Chris Brown, Meek Mill are going to be at that dump"

Drake: "Mom, it's not a dump, and i have no problems with who is going."

Momma: "Okay, can you get me some water please?'

Drake is a little frustrated when his mom makes it seems like he has a problem with the people who are going. Lately the media has been saying Drake and Chris have "Beef". Drake gets his mom some water, and decides to check the mail for her. Most of it is junk mail, then he see's a letter that is addressed to him.

Drake: *That's weird, why is my mail coming to my mother's house*

Drake gives his mom the other mail, and sits outside on the fron steps with his envelope. The letter was addressed from  him, and was from a J.C.

The letter read:

Dear Aubrey,

I hear you are going to Club Zelle next week. Let's just say we don't want any problems, stay away from my team, and i stay away from yours. We both know we don't need anything ruining our reps. I respect you, i just need you to respect me. This is not a threat, i'm just letting you know, we're going to be at that clun, don't try to play any tricks.

From, J.C

Drake: *Who is J.C?*

Drake puts the letter back into the white envelope and puts it under a pillow in his room. He's not threatened at all, but doesn't know if he should keep this to himself or let someone on the team know. He's definetly not telling his mother, because he knows she will worry.