Poetic Monaé • Tupac Shakur

Chapter 3

|Monaés P.O.V|

"Yeah...how much am I gettin upfront?" I question my manager Tony who was on the phone, I Pace up and down my living room awaiting a reply.

"They said 5 thousand upfront and the rest will be sorted out after" Tony stated.

"Damn 5 G'z, alright thas all good!" I agree joyfully, he was calling me referring to the whole movie thing.

"Alright excellent, I'll get back to you with the flight details for you and your friend in a couple of days. Stay by the phone because I'll be calling you about Houston"

"Alright tony, talk to you later" I say back.

"Alright talk to you later nefertari" he said. Nefertari was my artist/rap name, it's also my middle name and it means 'most beautiful', it's an Egyptian name from ancient kemet.

"AY and Tony" I say through the phone.

"Yeah?" He says as if he where just about to hang up.

"Thanks man. I really appreciate what you do for me even though it's your job" I smile trough the phone lightly, Tony a real cool guy for a white 50 year old.

"You're welcome nefertari, bye now" he  chuckles.

"Alright later " I pull the brick phone from my ear and click the decline button to end the call.

"Girl you always hustling, bout ' how much am I getting' " Déja laughs eating some chips from a bowl as I push the antenna back into the phone.

"What can I say, I'm a hustler" I shrug laughing. the sound of my pager soon went off, I take it out of my back pocket to check who messaged me.

"Who dat?" Déja asks curiously, taking a seat on the couch.

"It's Monique, she's Wildin out, somethin about an argument with Jackson?" I say trying to piece it together because when Monique is mad  or scared she can't type for a motherfucker.

"She comin here?" Déja asks not fazed by the whole situation because of the amount of times it's happened.

"Yeah, I told her to come through. That nigga a real waste of space" I sigh shaking my head in disapproval before taking a seat, it was currently 10:19pm aka a mad stupid time to be walkin up an down the street if your names Monique Lawrence she's far from hard.

"So, Tony said you can fly out with me to LA on the 9th. We're sharing a trailer there and flying out after the Houston show which is on the 8th, that cool?" I ask rolling my blunt.

"Hell YEAH! Thanks again girl" Déja hugs me from the side making me laugh.

"Ain't a thang why you trippin, you know I gotchu girl! You been there from the jump...when I was nobody, and now that I'm eating right my hood and my homies gon be eating right too" I grab a box of matches to light my blunt.

"First off you always been somebody and second You a real good person you know that? All these charity things you keep doin...you goin places girl" Déja says which makes me smile, the doorbell soon went off but it sounded as if they kept pressing it over and over making me confused, Déja rolled her eyes and hopped off the couch.