The concerts over now I gotta do these meet and greets back stage. I put a towel over my head and whipped off the sweat off my head. I don't get how a nigga get sweaty from singing and doing little moves from time to time. The line was long and all I gotta do is say 'I love you too', take pictures, and sign stuff.
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After 45 minutes of meets , I was down to my last two , a light skinned girl and a brown skinned girl. The light skinned one looked and brown skinned one looked familiar.
"Hey August, it's me Allie from lastnight!" She said hugging me.
"Ay no touching" a security guard yelled.
"They cool man, chill. But yeah I think I remember you." I lied. I don't remember what I had for breakfast bitchh.
"Well this is my bestfriend Patricia." She said. Patriciaa ,Patriciaa ,Patriciaa , too fine to be in this club.
"Hey baby." I said to her.
"How are you? " She said blushing.
"Good now that I've found you." I said trying to pull her in.
" that's great, you from around here?" She asked.
"Yeah I grew up here, but I live in Alanta, Georgia." I said.
"Really! I'm moving there in a month!" She said red then she tilt her head down.
"That's straight, maybe we can hook up sometime, you know." I said trying to get her number
"Maybe, we can Mr. Alsina." She said walking away.
"Ey wait! No number!" I yelled at her. She she walked over and grabbed my wrist and wrote it down with a sharpy.
"I'll call you!" I said staring at the back of her. Ole little Patricia got an ass. I laughed to myself.
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