Chapter Five #3
“Uh, you're better than me,” Aria replied. “I’d be collecting industry dicks like trophies.”
“These limelight niggas think they're the prize and don’t nobody got time for that. Dex is already treading on thin ice.”
“His shit melted,” Shane stated. “He should’ve fell through and drowned by now.”
“Dex has his share of problems, but so do I,” Tyler explained. “I do love him. It might not be the same type of love it was years ago, but he’s still mine and I love him. Plus, I'd rather stick it out with him than dealing with a new nigga and a new set of problems.”
“And that’s why I'm single.” Aria popped her lips. “That type of mentality is what keeps people in long, unhappy relationships.”
“Like I said, I’m ten toes behind you. That means standing beside you even when I don’t like the situation.” Shane dropped the subject.
“On that note, let’s go get some food and drinks,” Aria suggested.
“Cool.” Tyler stood up and stretched her hands to the sky. “Last one down the hill has to pay.” She took off running.
“Oh bitch, enjoy,” Shane called after her, turning to Aria, who was picking the scooter up off the ground. “I know you fucking lying!”
“Respect your elders, lil boy,” she hissed. “Catch up with Speedy Gonzales.”
“Yo stiff neck ass only two months older than me!” he yelled, watching Aria take off on his scooter.
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Logic didn’t want to admit it, but he was nervous.
He couldn’t even concentrate on Scottie throwing it back because his stomach was in knots.
Logic didn’t know if it was the thought of blowing Rah’s mind with his lyrical skills or freezing up in front of the microphone.
Both scenarios clouded his mind, distracting him from the task at hand.
He was knee deep in Scottie’s pussy and still couldn’t focus.
Her pleasurable moans and alluring sex faces should’ve been enough to keep him in the zone, but it wasn’t.
Logic’s dick went limp, and instead of humping her with a flimsy dick, he pulled out, leaving Scottie to wonder what the hell happened.
“Oh hell no,” she loudly protested, sliding off the bed. Her eyes fell to his thick vessel and the soggy condom that hung from his tip. “What bitch you been fucking?”
“Aye, stop being all loud before they hear you,” Logic gritted, rolling out of the bed. Removing the condom, he wrapped it in a fast-food napkin and dropped it in the waste basket on the side of his dresser.
“Boy bye, they probably fucking too.” Scottie flicked her wrist.
“Say that shit again and I’ll slap the fuck outta your disrespectful ass,” he snapped. “Just because you was fucking at fourteen don’t mean everybody hot in the ass.”
“For your information, I was fifteen and very much in love.”
“You sound as stupid as you look right now, and don’t act like you’re always working with a super soaker. I’ve had to spit shine that pussy a couple of times.”
“What the hell is spit shine?” Scottie asked in confusion.
“Spit on your pussy and rub it in for a lil moisture.”
“I know you fucking lying. Are you trying to say my pussy be dry?”
“Fall the fuck back.” Logic chuckled, dodging the pillow she threw at him.
“Nigga, don’t tell me to fall back and you in this bitch serving limp dick, then got a nerve to call my pussy dry.” She pushed him. “Do you want me to act the fuck up?”
“Scottie, gone somewhere with all that ghetto bullshit.” He moved around her. “I told you I had shit on my mind.”
“And what that got to do with your dick?”
“Everything slow ass girl. I’m about to jump in the shower. Shugg has a make-up test in the morning, and Spice has chess practice. Make sure they are in the bed by 11:30.”
“Can you at least eat it? I need to cum, Lo,” Scottie whined.
“Fuck outta here. I don’t put my mouth on what doesn’t belong to me.” Logic bypassed her.
“It could belong to you if you stop playing hard.”
“I’m not playing hard, shorty. I don’t want to be with you.”
“But you like fucking me?”
“I mean it’s straight, nothing to write home about.”
“Fuck you, Lo,” Scottie snapped.
“It’s some lube in the dresser, knock yourself out. Just make my bed back up when you’re done.”
“Boy, fuck you and this bed.” She gave him the finger. “Should’ve stayed my ass at home.”
“Yea, yea, yea, but you didn’t and you’re getting paid. Don’t leave until I get back and don’t have none of your friends in my shit.”
“Bye Lo.” Scottie waved him off.
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Al pulled up to the studio a little after 10 pm.
Logic was in the passenger seat, sweating bullets and his stomach was doing numbers.
Al thought it was funny. The entire drive he tried to make small talk to get Logic’s mind off the studio session, but it didn’t work.
Al had never seen his boy so nervous, and he made sure to take a couple of pictures so they could remember the moment because he had no doubt in his mind that after Rahlo heard him rap, their life was going to change for the better.
“Look, all it takes is for one influential person to think you're big shit. If they have a following, their following is coming too. It might take a minute for the bandwagon jumpers to come, but they’ll come. They just need to feel different for a minute, but they’ll fold.
Just do what the fuck you do and don’t stop. Climb to the top and do it proudly.”
Logic shifted in his seat and allowed Al’s words to sink in. “Ole cheerleader ass nigga, but nah I appreciate you.”
“I’mma say what I need to say to get you to lighten the fuck up. You gotta go in this bitch and leave the booth on fire. I heard the nigga Rah just started his own label and he’s looking for artists. Picture that! Getting signed by Detroit’s finest. What that nigga Eminem say?” Al grinned.
The 8 Mile reference caused Logic’s lips to stretch across his face. They had watched the movie so much that they could recite it from start to finish.
“You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow. This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo you better lose yourself in the music,” the duo rapped before breaking out into laughter.
“Nah, for real, you got this shit. Don’t think about it, just go do what you do best,” Al coached, whipping into the parking lot. You straight now?”
“Been straight.”
In a matter of minutes, Logic swapped out the butterflies in the pit of his stomach for a game face.
The goal was to make it out of the hood and being a scared nigga wasn’t going to cut it.
He had mouths to feed and sitting on talent wasn’t going to get him far.
Taking a deep breath, Logic exited the car and followed Al into the studio.
After giving his name to the lady at the front desk, Al was instructed to head back to Studio Five.
He thanked her and headed in the direction she pointed.
Logic walked down the hallway, checking out the artwork that lined the wall.
There were pictures of all the greatest musicians, ranging from Stevie Wonder, Anita Baker, Diana Ross, The Temptations, to Blade Ice Wood, 42 Dugg, Obie Trice, and Sada Baby.
All from Michigan, all leaving their footprint on the world, and Logic wanted parts.
“This nigga.” Al shook his head as they passed the first studio.
There was a large glass window, giving you a perfect view of the inside.
The studio was overcrowded with too many people, but they didn’t seem to mind.
Like the clown he was, Dex was standing in the middle of the room with a bottle of Don Julio on top of his head and a blunt hanging from his mouth.
Someone was recording the nonsense as a few girls twerked around him. The whole scene was comical.
“That’s your boy.” Logic shook his head.
“His goofy ass ain’t my shit,” Al denied as they approached Studio Five. He tapped on the door and was surprised when Czar, another Detroit rapper, pulled it open.
Unlike Dexter’s studio session, this one was a lot quieter. Logic wasn’t mad though because he’d hate to embarrass himself in front of a room full of people.
“Sup.” Czar stepped to the side so they could enter.
“I’m Al and this my nigga Lo,” Al introduced them.
“What up doe,” Rahlo greeted, standing next to the engineer who was pressing buttons on the soundboard. “What you think about this beat?” He glanced at Logic as a beat he had been working on filled the studio.
Logic closed his eyes and took in the snares, low drums, and percussions.
His fingers lightly tapped against his leg as the instrumental blessed his ears.
When the beat dropped, the bass made Logic open his eyes and Rahlo grinned.
That was just the reaction he was looking for.
The intro was cool, but the bass drop was his favorite part.
“Show me something.” He nodded to the booth and, without hesitation, Logic crossed the room and went into the booth.
He closed the door and stood in front of the microphone, adjusting it to align with his mouth.
Rahlo restarted the beat, and just like before, Logic closed his eyes and took deep breaths to control his thumping heart.
“Can this nigga rap? He look like he's about to start praying or some shit,” Czar inquired, pulling a blunt from behind his ear.
“You tell me.” Al folded his arms as words started spilling from Logic’s mouth.
Czar had to do a double-take. There was no way the nigga was in the booth rapping fast like Twister, yet Czar understood every word.
Rahlo raised his eyebrows in amazement as Logic bobbed his head to his own lyrics.
Deciding to fuck with him, Rahlo tapped the engineer, instructing him to slow the beat down.
“Versatile in this bitch, slowing the beat down like a nigga gone glitch with this shit. Been a king since a jit, now I’m fucking this beat like a bitch with thick thighs and a round ass and I ain’t ever coming up off this shit,” Logic rapped, pushing the microphone out of his face to take a breath and went right back in.