𝙼𝚢 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 | 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚅𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢

𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹𝟼.

"How many more minuteees." I dragged as I sat in the studio with him.

He leaned down kissing me "just a couple mo I just fed you before we pulled off Alani damn." He said walking back into the studio booth.

I roll my eyes grabbing my phone up. Seeing I got a message.

"Yo, Wassup I was wondering if you retwist dreads & shit too?" I click on his profile before I responded just to see if it was a set up or not.

He ain't look like he could be from Chicago but Von be having opps from places he ain't even go to so I still don't know.

"it's a emergency ma , my lady canceled on me & I gotta show. you da only one available in ATL and that's closer to me." he said.

As I look around before i even consider. my finger opens the message.

"Fuck." I mumbled.

"What time is you're party?" I replied.

"5:00." He replied quickly.

I look at the time noticing it was 2:45 right now.

"I'll give you 100k." He said.

I jump up seeing Von done putting the headphones back.

"Von." I called out for him.

He wiggled his head around then gravitated towards me.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing, this dude wants me to retwist-" I said.

"Hell naw! Nope you tweakin out yo ass." He said.

"Mmcht, Von he famous he said he'd pay me a lot. Like 100k cus it's an emergency cus he has a show thats at 5." I said being argumentative.

"Lemme see bra." He said basically asking what he looks like.

I go onto his Instagram and I start scrolling onto his page.

"What the fuck dat nigga don't een got dreads." He said moving the phone out his face ready walk away.