Chapter One
"We're here live & direct from EPIC theatres!" The news reporter had said. "The Notorious BIG finna come soon! We're waiting for him!"
It was Saturday the 15th of May 1993 & The Notorious BIG was supposed to host a concert today. He was meant to do so with Nate Dogg & Tupac Shakur but they were yet to come here still.
News reporters were reporting live on TV, as everyone behind them had crowded round, trying to wait for The Notorious BIG to come.
After what felt like centuries but was really only about ten minutes or so, he had eventually arrived. There was a crazy amount of traffic on the way here which had inevitably made Notorious pissed but it was what it was.
He had literally just arrived in a black limo, and there was a red carpet right in front of him. People (fans) started crowding around him like crazy which had internally driven Notorious insane but he didn't say anything about it.
Notorious, I love you!
I'm a huge fan!
Biggie, biggie, biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your love just hypnotise me.
OK, the last one was just kind of lowkey creepy. Yeah, that song was by Notorious, but still. He didn't have any time for this at all.
Cameras were clicking everywhere he went, which was one of the main disadvantages of being famous, especially in the 1990s.
No dang privacy.
"No paparazzi please, man. I ain't got time for this." Notorious complained. "Just show me the room where I can get ready for the concert with Nate Dogg and Tupac already."
The security officer hearing that had said right this way to him, leading him behind some sort of red barrier and going through it.
Notorious was then given a very royal looking room, which had looked like this overall.
It was beautiful, it really was, but Notorious didn't like it, mainly because of the dang colours of the chairs.
"I done asked you for red chairs, not blue ones."
"Blue was all we had."
"Not good enough," Notorious had hissed at the white security officer with sunglasses. "Now get outta my sight. You disgust me."
No, Notorious wasn't that rude in real life, of course he wasn't.
The traffic on the way here had just infuriated him, therefore causing him to lash out at everyone without any intention to.
He had then sat down on the blue sofa, kicking his feet up on the table right in front of him and drinking some Chardonnay.
The stereo that was located right next to him was up to full volume with Notorious singing to it. He could get used to this.
I got five on it
Grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it
Messin' wit that Indo' weed
I got five on it
It's got me stuck and knocked on back
I got five on it
Partna, let's go half on a sackAfter a while though, that was when Nate Dogg had arrived, yelling 'The Notorious BIG!' for him to hear.
"Yo, man, what's up?" Notorious had said to him, after fist bumping each other & Nate Dogg had sat down. "Where the hell is Tupac at? He lives like ten minutes away from here!"
"He finna be late," Nate Dogg informed him. "You know what Michael Jackson's like. Always be skeptical."
It was true, he was.
Both of them were here now & all they had to do now was to wait for Tupac.
Sadly though, Tupac was in trouble in more ways than one, but more on that later.
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Lowkey had to keep researching was this & that invented during the 1990s😭😭 but yeah. chapters get longer throughout time; don't worry
Yeah, Michael Jackson is Tupac's father in this. You'll find out the rest of their family later. :)
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