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A woman is on the rise of becoming a successful woman, and a native of a poor Midwestern city. Donald DeGrate Junior is a successful musician and producer from Virginia. They each...
WARNING: THERE IS EXPLICIT CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER. +18
Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.
September 29, 1992
~DeVanté's P.O.V~
My eyes opened. Fuck am I at? I looked over and saw a lump at the other side of the covers. Then I remembered that I bumped skins with one of the dancers from tour. I went to her hotel, she damn sure wasn't coming to mine. It was 2:57 a.m. The girl was still asleep and I got up to get dressed. I left without her waking up. I took the elevator to my hotel.
In a few hours, at nine o'clock to be exact, I'm supposed to be going to Caesars Palace. It's the hottest hotel in Vegas. Yes, we starting this shit up early. I mean it is a nigga birthday and all. It was dark as hell in my hotel room, so I knew JoJo ass was still sleep. We going before we do our show late on. Our show starts at four in the evening, but JoDeCi doesn't perform until six. A nigga smell like straight up sex, so I'm about to hop in the shower. After I showered, I crashed because I'm tired as hell.
I woke up a little past eight with a very ugly Dalvin smiling in my face, like almost nose to nose. I pushed him away, making him fall on the floor. There was a very loud K-Ci and JoJo singing Happy Birthday, the black version, also known as the Stevie Wonder version. We all know K-Ci put his little twist to it. What I really wanted for really wanted them to shut the hell up. It's too fucking early for this.
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🎶And we all know everything That he stood for time will bring For in peace our hearts will sing Thanks to Martin Luther King
Happy birthday to you (niggahh) Happy birthday to you (niggahh) Happy birthday (nigguhhh)🎶
Dalvin was adding the ad libs to the song. "Damn, nigga look at yo face. You must had a good ass dream, yo face all red and all them sleep lines." Dalvin said after they finished singing.
"Over there taking 'beauty naps.' That's a light skinned nigga for you." K-Ci said laughing.
"Says the nigga who singing Happy Birthday to another nigga, early in the mornin'. JoJo you let these niggas in?" I sat up. "Y'all know I hate being woken up. I appreciate the love but get out." I said pointing to the door.
"I did, and we know, which is why we did it." JoJo said laughing.
"Light skin niggas be so sensitive..." K-Ci shook his head, leaving out of the door.
"Get yo ass up, it's almost time to go." Dalvin said then closed the door.
I waved my hand at him and got up. I already showered, so the only thing I needed to do is get dressed. I dressed in black slacks, black Doc Marten shoes, and some black round shades. I had on a black button up with the sleeves cut off, I made sure to leave the top four buttons unbuttoned. I walked out the room, K-Ci, JoJo, and Dalvin was sitting on the couch smoking.
