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|Recap|

"And I need the rest of N.W.A. right here, right now. The party is over for you guys, you have things to do, a track to complete."

"Jerry how did you-"

"Don't worry about how I found out. Eric Lynn Wright, let's go!" he yelled.

"What up Jerry? What took you so long to find us?" Eric chuckled.

Ruthless Records

"I hope you're ready for one hell of a lecture and I don't care what time it is. You are not going to like my attitude right now but can you blame me?! Your next studio session is going to be just like boot camp, I promise," Jerry spat.

"Jerry it's not that damn serious," said Dre "we just wanted to have a little fun. You get tired of sitting in a hot ass studio all damn day long and we weren't coming up with anything."

"Well just wait til your next studio session, it's not going to be pretty guys I promise. You think you can handle running suicides and performing push-ups?"

"The hell?" Ren questioned.

"Sir, did I ask you to talk? No I did not. Next time I see you, you owe me sixty suicides and two hundred and fifty push-ups."

"We ain't on the damn track team man," I spat.

"You know what Eric you're right, you're absolutely right. But I don't care if you're not on the track team and you're also not on the debate team either so I don't believe I asked for your opinion now did I?"

I licked my lips. "Just saying and last time I checked, I believe you work for me, I don't work for you. So all of this extra shit is irrelevant."

He took a few steps closer. "You are one hundred percent correct Eric, yeah I do work for you and you can fire my ass but we made a deal. You promised me that you would not leave this studio until your track is complete, now did we not make a deal?"

"We ain't nowhere near finished Jerry but we're going to complete it damn. We're already planning the music video as well," said Ren.

"Well because Lorenzo and Eric decided to keep interrupting my lecture by throwing in their two cents, that's eighty suicides and three hundred push-ups for Dre and Yella."

"What you mean for Yella and me?"

"Just what it sounds like Dre, did I stutter?"

"No sir," he mumbled.

"Okay. Now since Eric and Ren are the debaters, they owe me one hundred suicides and three hundred and fifty push-ups."

"Are you serious?" Ren stood up "just because we decided to ditch this place and go to a pool party? Jerry we were personally invited, I know this girl we went to school together."

"Sit down Ren. And I know it's not that serious but you promised me and you broke that promise. And because of you, I had to track you down by listening to the radio, that's how I found you. N.W.A. attending that pool party made headlining news, or shall I say Boyz to Men."

"This is bullshit!" he spat.

"No this is cowshit Ren. And because you keep giving me attitude, you now owe me five hundred push-ups. And they're due by the end of the week, that goes for all of you. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Uh huh," Jerry mumbled.

"Jerry you taking this shit a lil too far man. You expect us to complete all of that shit before the end of the week? Just because we went to a pool party?"

"Yella, you're already on my bad side Mr. Camera Man. I went to the recording room to check on your progress and then find out that you sneak and run off to Beverly Hills?! The suburbs?"

"Well we're not too far from Beverly Hills so it's not like you took a damn road trip," I said.

"Eric, did I ask you to talk? Because I'm two seconds away from dragging you out of this studio by your big ass ears!" then he glanced at Yella who's falling asleep "Yella, you better open your damn eyes! Don't fuck with me right now because I am not in the mood."

"But it's almost midnight," he muttered "it's way past my bedtime."

"You're sleepy because you was at some ghetto ass pool party acting like hoodrats! Signing autographs, and on top of those fast ass girls. Well just wait til I see you again, I'm gonna show you what partying is."

He sighed then turned on the t.v and the first channel that pops up is KTLA News. I knew Jerry would find out and I don't blame him for being pissed because we did break a promise, but it's not that damn serious.

I think I have to keep reminding him that he works for me, I don't work for him.

"Jerry if this makes you feel any better, we're already outlining the video for Appetite for Destruction," said Dre.

"Oh really? Well how are you outlining the music video when the damn song isn't complete? I really hope you guys don't give me a heart attack or stroke because I'm sure that my blood pressure is up as we speak."

"Well we decided that we want to take it back, back to the 1920s. The theme of the video will be mafia or gangster style. I mean we're going all the way out, how does that sound? It's just an idea, we haven't decided yet."

"Los Angeles street gangs are becoming more and more dangerous. The Los Angeles Police Department needs your help. They are still looking for the three armed men who are responsible for the City National Bank robbery-"

"Do you guys know anything about it?" Jerry asked while adjusting the volume.

"Nah," I lied.

"The Los Angeles Police Department are trying to stop gang violence. The three armed men are apparently members of the Crips gang and are currently on the run. One of the witnesses has stated that one of the robbers was carrying a Smith & Wesson pistol. If you know anything-"

"So I want you guys to get a good night's sleep. I'll see you here at the studio tomorrow."

"Aye Jerry you was just joking about those suicides and push-ups right?" Dre chuckled.

"Dre does it look like I'm joking? I'm serious as a heart attack so don't fuck around. I need you guys to focus because Cube is currently whooping your ass."

"Fuck Cube," I spat.

"Well it's looking more like fuck N.W.A. because Cube's solo career has taken off. You're dismissed, I'll see you tomorrow and be careful. Those three armed robbers are still on the run."

"We'll be on the lookout for their dumb asses," Yella laughed.

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"Yo E are you alright?" he asked.

"I'm good," I lied.

"Nah you don't look too good. Are you sure-"

"Man I said I'm good! Just tired as hell. It's been a long night, I just want to go to sleep. I'll see y'all tomorrow."

-
The next day my pager kept vibrating which caused me to wake up early. I checked the messages and they're all from Scooter. He says he's in some deep shit and that he needs some help, and that it's urgent. I didn't know what to say so I just ignored each message.

I don't know what the hell Scooter done got himself into but in all honesty, it's not my problem. After we robbed that bank the other night, we decided that we were going to quit and that's what the hell we meant.

Scooter's crazy ass is always in some shit and this nigga can't just rob a place then leave like a smart robber, nah he has to cause a scene and that's how niggas end up getting caught.

He paged me ten times and I didn't respond to none of the messages, so that should let him know that I'm not fucking with him right now.

And instead of going to the studio tonight, the crew and I decided to go to Skateland instead. I know Jerry is going to be pissed but I don't see us finishing Appetite for Destruction anytime soon so we're going to take that L.

                                                 -
Skateland USA

We met at Skateland at about 7:30. I decided to drive my BMW and thank God I didn't get pulled over again.

As soon as we walked in, I immediately had a flashback of when we performed "Dopeman" with Cube a few years ago.

"Aye doesn't this remind y'all of our first show together?" I smiled.

|Flashback|

"Do y'all want to know why I asked y'all to wear all black? Because we're an all star group and to be an all star group you have to look like it, sound like it, dress like it."

"Yeah and I remember when I came dressed in an L.A. Lakers outfit."

"You mind telling me what the fuck happened with yo situation?"

"Man kiss my ass this is the only clean shit I have. Are we getting paid to wear all black?"

"Man look take this, and I ain't looking out for yo ass no more."

"What would you do without me Yella? I feel like I'm Superman or something. I'm always saving your ass."

"I still don't understand why we had to wear all black but you know Yella's ass is always clowning."

"Fuck y'all. My Lakers gear was the shit."

"Nah fareal. They want N.W.A? Let's give 'em N.W.A! Aight? Let's go get this moneeeeey."

"Aye E that's still my favorite line 'til this day."

|End of Flashback|

"Are y'all gonna rent skates or not?" Dre asked.

"Nah but here comes the groupies," I said while rolling my eyes "I didn't come here to sign autographs."

"Well come to the concessions stand with me," said Yella.

When we got there, he nudged the cashier to get his attention.

"Excuse me? Excuse me?" he asked.

"Y'all need something?"

"Oh hell nah. You that nigga at Club Dooto's. Don't tell me you work here too?"

He laughed. "Aye what up light bright? Yeah I have two jobs. So what's up? You want a Coke huh?"

"I'm not in the mood for your childish ass, just give me a damn Coke. Not Pepsi, not Fanta, a damn Coke."

"Alright light skin, dude calm down. Catching an attitude with a nigga and shit," he said while fixing his drink.

Yella took a sip and rolled his eyes.

"Nah man you doing that shit again. This aint Coke this is a Mountain Dew, a nigga asked for Coke."

"Oh. Oh my fault little man," he said with a straight face.

"Well? Can I have my Coke?"

He grabbed an empty cup and fixed another drink.

"Here. Take your damn Coke and get the hell out of my face."

"Dude!" he yelled after taking a sip "this is a fucking Dr. Pepper! Man why you keep playing like this?"

"I hope y'all are enjoying your night at Skateland. I am your host DJ Cheese and we have N.W.A minus Cube in the house tonight."

"N.W.A? Damn I thought they were Bell Biv Devoe."

"You are hands down dumb ass hell. Now we're going to start the night off with some Michael Jackson, enjoy."

"I feel your fever from miles around. I'll pick you up in my car and we'll paint the town. Just kiss me baby and tell me twice, that you're the one for me. The way you make me feel."

I'm not into skating so I decided to just have a few drinks and chill with the crew. I spun around and bumped into somebody.

"Watch where the hell you're going," I spat.

"Stop being so damn rude. The word is excuse me. And it's nice to see you again," she smiled.

"Bitch I swear you're stalking me. But are you good? Did you drop anything?"

"I'm fine. Hopefully they caught it on tape so that the security guards can track you down."

"Oh damn! Down goes Frazier! Down goes Frazier!" the d.j yelled.

"What happened?" someone asked.

"A young guy fell! You need to be careful next time honey. That's one thing you don't do in the rink is fall."

"You look upset. What's wrong with you?" I asked.

"Would you be upset if your friend had to drive you here because you can't drive?"

"Yeah I heard you can't drive," I laughed "so how old are you? And why haven't you learned how to drive?"

"I'm twenty-one and it's not funny. I can't drive because no one has taken the time out to teach me. But I am reading the driving manuals so maybe one day. I bet you don't remember me huh?"

I licked my lips. "I remember you. I just can't think of your name. But why you smiling so much?"

"Smiling? At what?" she smirked "and my name is Tomica."

I grabbed her soda and took a sip.

"Sorry baby, I was just hella thirsty. And you're smiling because I'm cute."

She snatched it back. "Don't flatter yourself honey you're not all that. And go buy me another drink please because I damn sure ain't drinking after you."

"You know I'm cute!"

"Computer love, computer love. You know I've been searching for someone who can share that special love with me."

"I love this song."

"Aye come outside with me. I think it's time for your first driving lesson."

"Are you serious? No thanks I'm fine."

"I no longer need a strategy. Thanks to modern technology. Shooby doo bop shoo doo bop I want to love you."

"Girl just get in the damn car and let me teach you how to drive."

-
"Shouldn't I be in the driver's seat?" she asked.

"What? Hell nah not yet. Put your seatbelt on."

"Oh really?" she said sarcastically.

I turned on the radio and I hear DJ Sneeze talking about the robbery.

"One of the robbers was carrying a Smith and Wesson pistol. Please call 1-800-SNITCH if you know anything about the robbery. Now back to my favorite topic, Bobby Brown. Talk Too Much what did he come dressed as?"

"Like Kung Lao from Mortal Kombat."

"Shut it up Talk Too Much shut it up!"

"Can you change the channel please? I am tired of hearing about that robbery."

"Aight."

"Yes we've stolen this moment. We forgot to face one simple fact. We both belong to someone else as we slept the night away."

"I love this song!"

"Alright now the music can't be playing while I'm teaching. Now that your seatbelt is on, make sure that you adjust your mirrors because you need 'em."

"Okay but first," she trailed off while opening my glove department. She began to heavy breath and glare at me while shaking her head.

I turned the car off. "Aight listen, it's not what you-"

"So you're... you're..."

"Yeah," I said while closing it "but it shouldn't matter right?"

"Shit!" she yelled after unbuckling her seatbelt and running away.

"Tomica! Tomica!"