30. Finale

                                    

                                          
3 months later.
                          
August.
                          
I sat in the chair in the radio station. This my first time out of state in awhile. I'm promoting my mixtape 'Downtown: Life under the gun' I just dropped a week ago. I honestly wasn't trying to come due to the fact that Jewel could go into labor any time today. Jewel told me she understands and she wants me to chase my dreams, so this is what I'm doing.
                          
"We have a new upcoming artist in the building who goes by the name of August Alsina. Welcome August." Missy smiled.
                          
"Thank you What's poppin?"
                          
"Not a damn thing Aug I can't complain. So you're here today because you just dropped a new mixtape correct?"
                          
I nodded my head. "Yup, it's called Downtown: Life under the gun. Everybody go cop that and if you already have I appreciate that."
                          
Missy smiled. "What made you name the mixtape the name you did?"
                          
I cleared my throat and pulled my glasses up. "I mean my brotha' got killed due to gun violence. Most of the songs on my mixtape is real shit. A lot of these artist out here sing & rap about the same shit. I'm different I talk about shit that I've experienced. I used to be apart of the streets and I thank god that I'm here today off these streets."
                          
"And what kind of things have you experienced?" Missy licked her lips.
                          
"I've experienced selling dope, I've been homeless, I grew up without a father figure, I lost a couple of friends from this street life, and I fuckin' lost my best friend." I sniffed just thinkin' bout that day I lost Mel.
                          
I ain' the type to cry, but a nigga get real sensitive talkin' bout my brotha.
                          
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry." Missy stopped recording.
                          
I wiped my eyes. "Naw you good." I coughed. "I just get real sensitive talkin' bout that shit."
                          
Missy nodded her head. "Well thank you for stopping by." Missy handed me some tissues.
                          
"Thanks for having me." I gave her a weak smile.
                          

                          
After I got myself together I headed out the radio station with my manager Ray. I climbed in the van and made myself comfortable.
                          
"So how's Jewel coming along?" Ray asked.
                          
I adjusted my snapback and laid my head back. "I haven't spoken to her since this morning. She said she was good."
                          
I don't know why I have this bad feeling that something isn't right. I feel like I should be there with Jewel right now since my daughters could be born any time today now. I pulled my phone out my front pocket and texted Jewel to make sure everything is straight.
                          

                          
To MyJewel💎😻: Aye baby, you good? how ya' feelin'?
                          
From MyJewel💎😻:Hey boo! :) Yeah I'm feeling good. I've been having a little contractions though.
                          
I lifted my hat up and scratched my head as I responded. I can't lie a nigga starting to get nervous. I haven't been nervous since Mel's funeral.
                          

                          

                          

                          

                          
Jewel.
                          

                          
I've been laying in bed all day, my doctor suggested I stay in bed since i've been having contractions. A nurse suppose to come over and check on me today. I've decided I'm going to have the baby at home since August is in L.A promoting his mixtape. I'm so proud of him, his dream is slowly coming true. Chris has been helpin' him work on his mixtape for a couple of months now.