𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍
𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄
𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄. The phone rang for a bit until it answered. "Hey." I heard her voice over the phone. I love her voice. It's beautiful; soft, has enough ghetto in her tone. "Hey. Just checking up on you. You okay?" I ask her. The guys started teasing me about how I'm being so cute. "I'm good. I'm on tour right now. I just got on the road." She said making me smile. "That's great. Finally people are going to see who ma baby is." I heard her chuckle. "Well I gotta go, They're wanting me to test my voice." She said and I hang up the phone. "Man, come in. Don't bogart it." Bobby said to Ricky in the bathroom. "Shut up!" He shouted.
"If it wasn't for your dumbass getting arrested, we wouldn't have to do this stupid charity show to begin with. Who taught you how to drive away?" Ricky said complaining. "Yo mama. I heard she know how to drive a stick." Bob said making Ricky chase him and for him to run. "I told you they'd make you shave he off, didn't I." Ronnie said to Ralph how was shaving the rest of his facial hair. "That don't even matter. You know I'll still get mine with or without the 'stache, so. ." He replied. "Hey, who told you to shave it? Gary or MCA?" I ask beside him sitting on a chair. "Man, both. They talking about it don't look good for our image." Ralph told me.
"What the hell they know about our image? Why can't we get a mustache- me, Ron, Rick?" I ask the three. "1. Cause you can't grow one." Bobby spoke. "And 2. Cause Callie ain't gon let you get one." Ron added making the others laugh. "Man, shut up. You all acting like she boss me around and shit. I'm a grown man." I said talking off my Do-rag. "Yeah, but you a complete baby when it comes to her." Bob says sitting on the table near the jackets. "Aren't we all?" The door knocked and we all panicked. Some spread hair spray in the room while one called out who it was. The guy said he was Johnny Gill. "Hey, if it's a bad time, I can come back." He said through the door.
Ralph opened the door and let him in. "Hey, what's up fellas. I just love what you guys do, man. I just wanted to come say what's up?" He said to us. "You love what we do. We live what you do, brother." Ralph said. "Yo, that duets album you got with Stacy Lattisaw?" Ralph said. "Oh man, thank you. You heard of that, man. Thank you." Johnny thanked. "My favourite joint is 'Mr. Telephone Man.' That's my shit." Johnny said making us holler. "Hey, did y'all hear that, thought? This brother right here knows who got the talent in the group. I don't care what nobody say. I like you- and those boots." Bobby said placing his arm over Johnnys shoulder.
"What's up with that little red bow Miss Stacy Lattisaw?" Ricky asked. "Yeah, no. We're- we're together, man. Been together for, like since we were 14." He said making us shocked. "So that's your lady lady?" Ricky asked. "Yeah. Calm down." Johnny said playfully putting up his fists. Ronnie offered Johnny some but he declined. "What's this about you and Citrina?" Johnny asked me. "Aw, yeah. We good." I said nodding. "I just heard her album. Beautiful voice. I heard she fine too." Johnny said. "Ay, you calm down now." I said putting up my fists making us laugh. The door knocked again and we spray more hair spray in the room. Jeff walked in.
"Can we get a minute, please?" Ralph asked. "For what? So you can finish smoking your reefer? Bob, come with me." He asked then turned to Bobby. "Gary needs to talk to you." After he said that we 'oohed' in the trouble type way. "About what?" Bob asked. Jeff looked at us before turning back to him. "It's private." He simply said. "Anything you gotta say to me, you can say in front of them and my boy Johnny, too." Bob said. "Nah, you good." Johnny declined. "Okay, then. Do you remember that's girl from LA?" He asked and Bobby made a joke until it was a serious quietness. Bobby was gonna be a father.
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𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 for my last song to sing / rap before I was finished. The speakers played my song 'Yet' and the crowd was going wild. I finish the song and the crowd was still wild when I exit the stage. Going to sit down I put my half red hair up into two neat buns. "Ay, Callie. Mike callin you." Yara said getting off the couch with Simone. I brought them here because 1. Yara is in one of my songs and 2. They are both my best friends and dancers. I answer the phone and Mike said Bobby was a father. "Yeah, he had a little boy. He looks just like Bob. One day that's gonna be you and me. I'll marry you then we'll settle down and a child or two." Mike said making me blush.
"Two. Slow down there, love. At least let us have our freedom before we tie it down." I said giggling. "'ight ma, I'll talk to you later." He said and I bid my goodbye and hang up. I look at my mirror and see both girls smirking. "What?" I ask and go to sit down between them. " 'Let us have our freedom before we tie it down'." Yara said smirking. "He talkin bout proposing already? Now, that's true love right there." Simone said with a bright smile. "Ay, ay, remember that picture Callie took and sent to us on our group chat." Simone asked and I was confused but Yara wasn't. "What picture?" I asked and they all chuckle before taking out both their phones. Simon has the picture on her lock screen and showed it to me.
"It was when you were drunk as fuck. We brought you home and it was around 4 in the morning that you sent up this with a message attach saying 'FML life note; listen to friends who know what their saying and who are not drunk'." She said and I was laughing along with them. "Well, thank God I make that clever point while I was sober- hopefully." I said and we laugh again. This is what I love about my girls. I can always talk to them besides the boys.
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Fiksi Sejarah━ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐄 is sister to Ronnie Devoe. She was talented to Dancing, Rapping and Singing. When her Uncle gives both her and Ronnie a chance at Fame. Uncle Brooke gets Ronnie into the group while Calypso gets her original song onto the...