The Last Fall

The Nathan Browlers Show Pt. 2

"All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man;"

SHEMAR's POINT OF VIEW
The next day;

"Think about it, Shemar! It would look good for the promoting of the upcoming shows and—"

I quickly cut my manager Steven off by putting my hand up and looking into his eyes. "Hell...to...the no," I told him as I then shoved a beer into his chest.

"But why, Shemar? Think about it! Nathan loves you and he loves the accomplishments you've made over the years. It was just a quick hiccup and trust, he wouldn't have that sex video if you didn't make it," He told me as he sipped on his beer.

He and I were in the kitchen standing around the island trying to talk about a good move that I should make for prompting my acting moves.

"Look," I said seriously as I pointed my beer at him. "Don't start with that shit, aight? The only fuckin' way I'll go on The Nathan Browlers Show again is If he kisses my ass and apologies. In person and on live TV. My woman saw that shit and he out of all people should know that she felt embarrassed. Hell, I felt embarrassed hearing our moaning being blasted for the whole world to hear. That shit was uncalled for and he set me up. Then, he acted like he didn't know it would happen. Bitch ass," I said as I harshly drank my beer and after a few sips- I sat it down on the island.

"Okay...okay- I'll get him to apologize but promise me something, okay?" Steven requested as he walked around the island and fixed his tie in the process. "Promise me that you'll go on this show with one goal. No arguing but just promoting. We need this! This is the stuff that puts money in your pocket, right?" He asked me as he placed his hand on my shoulder.

I looked down at the marbled island top and placed my hands on the edge. Leaning against it a bit, I took a deep breath.

"Are you trying to marry her and make a baby in the future?" He asked asked as he leaned his head forwards and examined my face. "If so, what do you need in order to make that dream even more comfortable? Huh? One word, Buddy," He said as he squeezed my shoulder and then hit it. "Money!" He reminded me.

"I know, Steven! I know and honestly, money isn't the problem for me, okay? I have enough to retire from this shit today. If I quit, I'll be able to pay for my son or daughter to go to college twice...if they wanted to and buy them a condo. Don't fuck with what you think is goin' on over here, aight? Funds ain't never low..."

"And I hear you, Shemar. Overall, you need to do this. You already know how much he's gonna pay you for being on his show. $100,000. Just to talk to a man. Do you know how many people will jump on that offer without a single thought?" He asked me as he picked up his beer and took a sip.

"Yeah. People who put money before family. My goal is to marry that woman asleep upstairs, okay? I don't wanna go back on the damn show and make an ass out of myself again. What if he plays the video this time? Like...actually play it in front of the whole crowd. That makes the views go up even more!" I tried to explain to him. I wanted out of this so bad but he's right- it is best for the promoting.

"I hear you but look. I'm your manager, right? So, I will take care of you. What happened last time will never happen again because if it does- we will sue them. What else do you want?" He asked me as we both turned to face each other.