“Why not?” Logic asked, staring in her low eyes. “You like it because if you didn’t, you would’ve been dashed on my ass.”
“So you want to fuck me?” Tyler scoffed. “That’s why you keep pressing me like this?”
“Baby girl, I’ve been crushing on you before the world knew you. Back when you used to record in those big ass t-shirts and long socks. Your hair was always wrapped in some kind of scarf, and the couple of times you did show it, you were rocking two messy ass braids. What caught my attention was the pain in your voice. Like you weren’t singing for you, but for someone else, if that makes sense. I used to fall asleep with that shit playing in the background, so excuse me if I come off a lil strong, but I-”
“Girl, come get your man because he’s getting on my nerves, and I don’t think I'm cut out for this assistant thing,” Bobbi complained, unaware of the moment she was interrupting. “Oh, who is this?” She glanced at the fine specimen and then back at her cousin. “He's cute, hook me up,” Bobbi whispered, but not low enough because Logic heard her.
“Um,” Tyler stuttered, still trying to process his confession.
“How you doing? I’m Bobbi.” She stuck her hand out, not waiting for her cousin to do the honors. Logic glanced at it and back at her.
“What up doe.” He nodded, leaving her hanging. He had seen Bobbi in Tyler’s videos plenty of times and he really didn’t care for her.
“Well alrighty then.” Bobbi cleared her throat, dropping her hand.
Tyler parted her lips to excuse herself, but Dexter’s loud voice beat her to the punch. Popping up out of thin air, he tossed his arm around Tyler’s shoulder, making her cringe. Smugly, he kissed the side of her face before glaring at Logic.
“Damn, they gotta be desperate for seat fillers around this bitch,” Dexter taunted, causing Bobbi to snicker. Tyler didn’t find anything funny as she stared at Logic with empathetic eyes. She knew that Dexter was trying to embarrass him by insinuating that he didn’t belong there, and for some reason, it made her feel some kind of way.
“Aye Lo,” Al called out to Logic as Rahlo and Czar took the stage. “They want you up here.”
“Aight,” he replied. “Hold this for me.” Logic forced his empty glass into Bobbi’s hand, wiping the smirk from her lips. “The fuck they want with a seat filler?” he asked, glancing at Dexter with a taunting smirk.
Pulling at the sleeves of his jacket, Logic took a deep breath and made his way to the front of the room as the DJ began playing the track he recorded with Rahlo. Both Czar and Rahlo moved around on stage vibing to the layered beat. They had listened to the song so much that they knew it word for word. Logic’s verse was their favorite, and from the small crowd's reaction, it was theirs too. One minute his voice was calm butdemanding and then boom! It switched up, leaving you wanting more, needing more.
Al was off to the side, sporting a big grin, watching people unknowingly vibe to his best friend's music. For a while, he thought the appreciation for real music had died, but watching the scene before him, he knew that was the furthest thing from the truth. People simply needed to hear something new and Logic was the fresh breath of air they needed.
Dexter stood off to the side, clueless as he bobbed his head, randomly commenting on how good the track sounded. How well the unknown rapper controlled his breathing while pushing out the verse in one breath. He, for one, would’ve loved to connect with the rapper. Having someone like that on his team could be a game-changer.
“Aye, there are a lot of rumors surrounding me starting my own label,” Rahlo explained as the music lowered. “And you know what, they right. I was going to wait to introduce this nigga, but yall feeling this track, so I know yall gone feel him. Give it up for the soon-to-be first artist to be signed under Southwest Inc., Logic.”
The crowd erupted in applause, hoots, and praises as Logic nonchalantly took the stage. His hands were sweaty as fuck and his stomach was in his ass, but the nervousness didn’t reach the surface. The stoic expression on his face told a different story. Logic was hungry, willing, and ready.
“This nigga about to change the game,” Rahlo continued as Czar nodded.
Logic wished he had a camera because the dumbfounded look on Dexter’s face deserved to be captured. No longer was he grinning, making jokes, or being loud. Dexter was standing there like someone had wiped dog shit on his face.
“Detroit!” Rahlo spoke into the microphone. “Somebody tell the world we’re about to make history!”
Chapter Nine
“I need to use the bathroom!” Spice beat on the bathroom door. “Hurry up! You don’t even live here!” She yelled, pacing back and forth in front of the door.
It was a little after ten in the morning, and Spice had been waiting to use the bathroom since nine-thirty. When she knocked on the door and Scottie responded, Spice stormed away. Not only did Scottie wake up the whole house with her loud talking in the middle of the night, but now she was sitting on the toilet, posting pictures of Logic that she took while he was asleep. “Who in there?” Sage questioned, stepping out of his room, fully dressed.
“Who else?” Spice rolled her eyes. “Miss pop up in the middle of the night.”
“Oh,” he chuckled, knowing exactly who she was referring to.
“Yall were sweeter when yall were little,” Scottie commented, pulling the bathroom door open. “Turning into little teenagers done made yall evil.”
“Girl, move.” Spice pushed past her and entered the bathroom. “Arg,” she gagged, stumbling back out. “Eww, how are you comfortable with pooping at someone else's house?”
“Close the door,” Sage backed away, covering his nose. “Damn Scottie, you smell like a landfill.”
“Excuse me?” Scottie frowned. “Yall dragging it.”
“Did he stutter? It smells like some crawled up your-
