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    Toras InaExplorer: I need a song from you
Coras. Inbox me yo info.
    Mista Thraxx: why isn't kirbie amor in the
picture? I thought she was the queen of Swope Records
    Coras Bane : @MistaThraxx yo guess is as good
as mine
    Marissa Divine: I love Slim Eight! One of the
sexiest underground rappers out!
    Mitch tiredofballin Walker: I can’t wait to
hear what yall working on. tag me when you post the song
     
    The comments only made me feel worse. I was
missing the chemistry going on in the booth.
    Then Officer Slawson tapped on my window. I
rolled it down again.
    "Ma'am, I'm going to need you to step out of
the car for me, please," he said.
     
     

CHAPTER 4
     
    Andre " Coras Bane "
McDougald 
     
     
    After Slim Eight finished with his verse, he bought
a couple pounds of OG Tahoe from me. I walked him outside to
his Maserati Ghibli to make sure he made it out of the neighborhood
safely. It was a noticeable car—a rare luxury car not often seen in
Kansas City—and this was a high-crime area. I'd be damned if I let
some niggas rob somebody I had done business with.
    I had a 9mm in my pocket. Fully loaded, one
in the head. That's how I rolled.
    Slim Eight started up his car with the push
of a button, then shook my hand through the window. "I would've
loved to meet Kirbie."
    "Next time I promise you she'll be here," I
said. "Thanks for coming through and blessing us."
    "My pleasure. And I'ma need some more of this
Tahoe next time too. You might see me again sooner than you
think."
    After he drove off, I started walking
back up to the house to make sure Gee Beats was still fine-tuning
Slim Eight's sound and hadn't nodded off yet. Gee was known for
falling asleep during a session. But before I got to the front
door, a Volkswagen Passat stopped at the curb. It was a stop so
sudden, the body of the car was still rocking back and forth when
the driver's side door flung open.
    I put my hand on my gun handle.
    "Coras, you better not shoot me," Kirbie
said, as she got out of the Volkswagen and slammed the door and
stormed up to me.
    Actually, she
stormed  past  me—she just gave me a little one-arm hug on her way up
to the house.
    I went and grabbed her arm, stopping her.
"Where you think you going?"
    "I know I'm late, Coras. But it wasn't my
fault."
    "It's never yo fault."
    "I got pulled over with pills in the trunk.
But I got lucky. The cop knew who I was. He listens to our music.
He wanted an autograph from me. Can you let me go, please?"
    "Slim Eight is gone," I told her.
    "What?!"
    "That's what happens when you don't show up
on time. You miss opportunities." I finally let her go. She tried
to walk in the house again and I had to snatch her up once more.
"You're not allowed in the studio tonight. Go home."
    "Let me sing my verse and I’ll leave."
    "You can do it tomorrow."
    "Why?!"
    "Because I said so!"
    Every now and then I had to get loud with
Kirbie. She always thought she was entitled to get her way, and
even though I thought that was sexy, sometimes she needed to hear
my He-Man voice to keep her humble and focused.
    She was beautiful tonight, like always. Her
hair was flipped up to one side in a style that was meant to look
adventurous. It was working for her too, brought out her slender
face. She had a complexion that was a few shades lighter than mine.
I was dark coffee, and she had a couple more tablespoons of milk
than me. Together, we would make one hellavuh expresso.
    Then the passenger side door of the
Volkswagen popped open and Archie stepped out.
    "Get'cho hands off of my girl, bro," Archie
said, and he had his hand under his shirt like he was holding a
weapon.
    I let her go, put my hand on my own gun
handle. Unlike him, he actually saw what I was holding.
    "Archie, get back in the car," Kirbie said to
him.
    "Why'd you bring that nigga over here?" I
asked her angrily.
    "I told you we got pulled over. If I would've
dropped him off first I would've been here even later. He