I hitched the strap of my bag higher up on my shoulder. I dumped it in my bunk and sighed. Mike was laughing at me and I glared. "Shut up," I muttered as I pushed hair away from my face.
"Why so snappy?" Mike smirked.
"I'm not snappy,"
"Right," he nodded disbelievingly. "I thought you loved being on the road?"
"I do," I agreed. "I just don't want to go to this stupid charity thing before we leave,"
"You don't have to come," he shrugged.
"I do," I told him. I walked past Mike and into the front lounge. I saw Abby and Tony on the sofa. They gave me a meaningful look and I smiled.
"Kay'," Mike tried.
"I'm fine," I shrugged.
"Then act like it," Mike teased. He came over to me and put his hands on my hips. I looked up at him and grinned. He looked back and smiled lightly. I bit down on my lip then Mike kissed me. I kissed him back before finally pulling away.
"Ready?" Jaime asked as he and Vic walked over.
"Yeah," Mike nodded. We went to the door and walked out. Mike went forward with Vic and Jaime. I stayed back a little with Abby and Tony. Tony leaned over to talk to me and I looked up.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Nope," I grinned.
"Have you worked out what you're going to say?" Abby asked.
"I don't know. I think I'll just wing it," I shrugged.
"It'll go badly," Abby sang.
"It's for charity," I shrugged.
"I told Jaime," Tony explained.
"Only Mike who's clueless," I laughed. We reached the small stage. There was a gathering of people waiting. We went behind a curtain behind the stage and waited.
"This is so disorganised," I heard Vic mutter. "No sound check,"
"It's because Kayleigh couldn't decide what shoes to wear," Mike said quietly.
"That's not true!" I exclaimed. "And it happens to be important to my job,"
"Bullshit," Mike said.
"Just because you're going to be Whiskey in a few minutes doesn't mean you can give me your shit, Fuentes," I replied quickly.
"Under the leash or what," Jaime muttered.
"Here," a sound guy said. He got Jaime and Mike ready. Then he handed them a mic each.
"If you get bored go back to the bus," Mike told me.
"Sure," I nodded. Then they walked out. We heard cheering and screams from fans. I waited with the others and peered out. Mike and Jaime had sat down at the edge of their stage with their legs dangling off the edge.
"I'm Mikey Whiskey Hands and this is my boy, Architechhh. We're here to fuck some shit up!" Mike said into the mic.
"What we starting with? You want some Sex, Drugs and Whiskey Hands?" Jaime asked. There was more cheering. Then Mike started to rap. He kept on looking at Jaime and trying not to laugh. I giggled quietly. Mike got the crowd to join in and I heard them shouting his name.
"Here you go," a sound tech said.
After three songs I was given my sound stuff. I was handed a mic and got ready. I stood side stage and Vic pushed me out. I walked out on stage and the crowd cheered. I grinned at them and tweaked the peak of Mike's snap back that was on my head. "Who wants some Straight Golden?!" Mike asked.
"They don't want to, boy! Don't you know you ain't golden?" I called in my 'ghetto' voice. Mike spun around to look at me. He put his head in his hands and started laughing loudly into the mic. He stood up. I walked over and he met me half way. I pushed him lightly and he pushed me lightly away. I stood back a few paces.
"Why's this bitch on my stage?" Mike asked Jaime.
"Here to fuck you up. I don't like you preaching sex and money when you're under my thumb!"
"Ohhhh!" the crowd echoed.
"Don't get high!" Mike replied.
"Am I fly?!" I asked the crowd and they screamed in agreement. "Sorry, Whiskey," I smirked. Mike walked to me then he pulled me into a hug. I laughed and hugged him back. He kissed me quickly on the lips.
"I hate you," Mike muttered into my ear.
"Love you," I replied quietly. I went to the edge of the stage and sat down. Mike sat next to me. I leant back and high hived Jaime. "For anyone that doesn't know, sorry to break the illusion. But Whiskey and I are engaged," I explained into the mic.
"It gives me permission to call her a bitch," Mike said.
"But because we live together, I have kind of an exclusive for you," I said and they cheered.
"What's that?" Jaime urged.
"Whiskey is working on some new stuff and he laid it down for me last week. Do you think they want to hear it, Architechhh?" I teased.
"I bet they fucking do," Jaime replied.
"No, man," Mike groaned.
"Come on, Wastey," I mocked.
"Yeah, dude," Jaime added.
"Urg! Fine!" Mike exclaimed. He stood up and faced the crowd.
"This is rough and it was me proving a point to my girl," he explained. "Give me my intro, bitch," Mike said. I rolled my eyes.
"Yo! This is Whiskey Hands! Taking yo girl, stealing yo money and here to fuck shit up!" I exclaimed.
"I wake up!" Mike started. "I see some hoe. She's looking at me, licking her lips! Wanna get on me, imma fuck that bitch! She's another loose hasty! She getting so wet. Now she's at it, screaming Wastey!"
"There you go! Whiskey, offending the female species. An exclusive!" I joked.
"If you want Kayleigh on his next single get screaming Wastey!" Jaime called.
"Wastey!" the crowd chorused.
"This is so wrong," I laughed in Mike's ear.

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