Drix was so good at what he did that we were just finalizing our pictures when he announced he was done.
“Anybody need to cut anything?” he asked. “We’ve got the slot for thirty more minutes.”
“Not everyone can come up with hits off the top of their head,” Charm said.
Drix chuckled. “Speaking of the top of people’s heads, now that you’ve calmed down a little bit, please tell me why the fuck you hit ol’ girl like that with those flowers, Twin?”
“Thinking she was going to post a picture of the flowers my husband got her after playing in my face was insane.” I shrugged. “She’s lucky I didn’t pick up something bigger to whack her ass.”
Charm and Drix both laughed.
“You better keep that shit under wraps,” he warned.
“Yeah, yeah. I know.”
“When she makes you mad, just think about the fact that you’re one performance closer to contract completion,” Charm said. “That’s what I’ve been doing.”
“And I’m not mad at that.” I pointed at her. “I’m about to start writing diss tracks about these bitches.”
Drix lifted an eyebrow and my smile slightly faltered while his got bigger.
“You want to?” he asked.
Charm looked up from her phone.
I thought about it.
“Do you have a throwaway beat for me to play around on and waste these last few minutes you’ve already paid for?”
“Yeah. I’ve got something I think you’d like.”
“And don’t make fun of me because you know I’m not a rapper,” I warned.
“Never that. You know I’m your biggest fan.” He pressed a few buttons and an instrumental played. “Get in the booth, Twin.”
“Charm, do you want to come in?”
“Hell yeah!” She locked her phone and set it down and the two of us headed into the booth to joke around on the beat.
“Ay, diss Monica and Niecy too while you’re in there,” Drix said.
“Alright. Bet.”
Charm and I put the headsets on and bobbed to the instrumental before toying with flows and jumping in, just rambling on beat and trying to make shit rhyme while we laughed.
It was the fun I needed honestly.
And the next morning, Drix headed back home and I climbed on the tour bus rejuvenated and ready for whatever came next.
CHAPTER 26
DRIX
Itapped my pen on the corner of the table while I listened to my financial advisor, but honestly, I didn’t care all that much about what he was saying. I had my dad and mom with me. I didn’t make a business move without their blessing and we’d already run through the numbers. Doing all of this back to back didn’t look good financially but I was also sure I was making the right move. Since they’d given me the go ahead, I didn’t care what anyone else thought or felt about my choices.
“All I’m saying is these ventures don’t guarantee a return on your money,” he offered.
“I’m aware, but if I want to take the risk, it’s my money to risk, right?”