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A Short Story: For Free

*This story is entirely a work of fiction.*

I walked into my apartment and she was sitting there on the lounge chair twiddling her thumbs and she said to me, “So…”

I was slightly confused as to why she was there so I calmly said, “So?”

She fixed her posture and with a high pitched tone of voice said, “What are you doing?”

I quickly responded, “Woman, why are you being so immediately abrasive with your questionnaires?”

She loudly laughed and then said, “So… those song clips you posted, those are for your album?”

I was a bit disgruntled with her insistence and said, “No… those are just some unreleased stuff I had, freestyles, practice I guess… I’m going to be working on my first album sometime next month, probably like 5 to 6 songs.”

She rolled her eyes with a pompous demeanor and said, “All of a sudden you know how to sing and rap and make music…”

I realized at that point her interest was peaked so I nonchalantly said, “Woman, I was trying to tell you that I was really handsome…you didn’t want to listen.”

She quickly said, “Yeah well you look different all of a sudden.”

I smiled and said, “That’s because I only show people what I want them to see… manifestations, things like that.”

She scoffed and said, “Right… things like that. Anyways, I see you’ve got some loose leafs on your table over here, can you write me a poem?”

I smiled and said very calmly, “Woman, I see you eyeing my talent cultivated from suppression, but let me just tell you and remind you that ain’t shit for free over here. So you really should just be eyeing up that door over there and leave, feel me?”

She got slightly angry, I’ve always known her to have temper tantrums and then she said, “Oh okay… ‘ain’t shit for free’ , right… but you have no problem writing lengthy poems and creating beautiful music for random girls, right?”

I was righteously offended over her lack of respect for the integrity of my art and said, “Well, they’re not random, they’re actresses that have agreed to work with me. That’s how art is made… that’s the fundamental basis for creating entertainment.”

She exaggeratedly rolled her eyes and said, “You’re acting different… you’re dating some new girl now I bet, who is she? I want to know.”

I laughed and said, “First of all, what I do is none of your business and secondly, I’m not dating anyone right now as I’m staying focused on creating art and developing an entertainment company.”

She started to forcefully make her eyes watery and said, “You’re lying to me…”

I smiled again and said, “Stop back over here when you have some money for me and then we can talk.”

Then she said, “Well… you’re not going to make it on your own.”

I acknowledged her potential statement and said, “You might be right, you might be wrong, we’ll see.”   

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