Different Playing Fields (August Alsina)

Chapter 26: Artistic Love

Chapter 26

Artistic Love
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August -Two Weeks Later-

"Baby what you in here doin'?" Mama asked while she came in the room.

"Nunin' jus' workin' on some homework." I pointed out.

I been workin' on homework and studying for this big ass test I got next week. Ta say yo boy was strugglin' ain't even the half of it. I been studyin' foe atleast three hours, and I haven't even made no damn progress. It's like we done learned one thang in the classroom, but none of that is in these expensive ass text books.

"I don't thank I tell you enough how proud I am of you baybeh. You are doing really good, and is staying way more focused than you've eva been, I am truly proud you August." She smiled. I smiled too.

"Thanks mama. I luh you."

"I luh you too baybeh, imma leave you to it."

Not gonna lie, a nigga proud of himself too. I wasn't the greatest student up in highschool by any means, I mean I fucked around a lot in class and jut had girls do homework and shit foe me. This the first time in a long ass time that I done did some homework my damn self, and the first time a nigga done studied eva, but I ain't doin' too good on my own.

Honestly a nigga just feel stupid a lot of times. I mean I'm in classes wit' a bunch of smart ass people wit' 4.0's and shit and then you got my dumb ass. I mean I know a few thangs erry now and again, but I jus' be feelin' dumb when they talkin' 'bout thangs I don't know. I feel like Errybody else get it, but I still be sittin' thea' lost. Like I am right nah. None of this shit is addin' up at all, and I feel dumb as hell right nah. I would ask O'Shae foe help, but Iont want her ta thank I cain't eva learn and study on my own, like I'm really dumb or somethin'.

"Man, what is this bullshit?" I groaned.

I'm so ova it, and sometimes don't even wanna be fuckin' wit' the whole college life, but I do the shit 'cause I know in the long run I'm prolly gone need it even though I really ain't trynna live the whole business life shit when this all said and done. Its jus' some shit foe me ta fall back on.

Even though I jus' play around wit' the whole sangin' thang sometimes I really, really do got a lil passion foe the shit, and kinda want ta do the shit foe real, I jus' don't know if folks would take me foe real. I know people at church used ta say I ca sang and they'd actually wanna hear me doin' some real music, and Shae like my sangin' so maybe I got a lil somethin' somethin', but Iont know how ta go about errythang. I heard around campus taday 'bout this open mic shit they do In town, and honestly yo boy wanna check it out, but I don't wanna go, and make a fool of myself.

I decided I'd jus' figure this homework shit out later, and gone head and call the open mic place ta see how this shit go down exactly. I grabbed my phone off the lil nightstand and googled the place phone number. Once I got that shit I called them up real quick.

"Kat's Cafe, this is Ryan speaking how can I help you?" Some dude answered.

"What up Ryan, Uhm I was callin' ta see how yall lil open mic night stuff go down like is there certain shit you aloud ta do. Like yall allow folks ta sang right?"

"Yes we do. You don't have to have any type of musical background or anything like that we accept all types of things on the mic. We do poetry, comedy, and singing is always a big hit amongst the crowd. All you have to do is come in, sign up on our sheet, we'll call your name and you do whatever it is you came to do. If there's a certain song you need played we have a DJ that can hook it up for you, but you'll have to bring your own music."