following in the footsteps of his famous father DD osama, Majesty finds himself in situations similar to the ones his dad had in the past.
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𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐦𝐢'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕-
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Next day, August 20th
Today was the day I had to perform. In front of thousands, and thousands of people. I'm mad nervous.
Majesty knocked on the bathroom door as I finished getting ready. "hurry up ma. The fans waitin" he said as I prayed myself with perfume and finished my makeup. I quickly got out the bathroom and he cracked a smile a he looked at me with a smile on his face.
"shiii lemme find out" he grinned as I laughed. He leaned down and kissed me. "okay okay!" I laughed as he hugged me tightly and started kissing my neck.
"can yall stop and hurry up. The fans probably wondering why you ain't performin" Amiri said coming outta nowhere as we quickly stopped and looked at him.
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I looked down and huffed as everyone cheered for me. I was backstage, about to walk on stage and I was mad nervous. Like bro what if I just run out on stage and bust my ass right there. Ion know man, I always think of the worst possible things that could happen.
"yo" I heard Majesty's voice behind me. I turned and looked up at him. "Just chill out. Once you run out on stage, that's it. It's like rippin off a Band-Aid. Once its off, its off. Just do ya thang and make em crazy ass fans happy" He said as I cracked a smile. "I love you" I stood on my tippy toes and quickly pecked his lips as a smile grew on his face.
I huffed and ran out on stage as everyone screamed, cheered, and jumped up and down in the huge crowd.
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Majesty's POV-
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