Page 41 of This Is Law 2

Chapter Fourteen

AUTUMN GREENE

“Autumn, we gotta get into those comments that you made on Instagram live about the LGBTQ community. I know we were getting ready to wrap up, but I wanted to open the floor for you to speak on that. Only if you were willing to do it,” the radio host, Big Mount spoke into the mic saying, catching me off guard with his question.

I fucked up with the comments that I made on social media, gave the world a heartfelt apology, and I was just glad that thy weren’t crucifying me over it, and hanging it over my head.

Granted, there was still a shit load of people that hated me because of my comments, but that didn’t outweigh the love that I was receiving.

People really weren’t talking about the Instagram live anymore.

That was months ago, and the noise from that had kind of quieted down, and that’s why I was pissed that Big Mount had just brought that shit up, especially when him, and his crew, were told not to bring it up when I got here.

It could harm my ticket sales for my tour.

Yaya was in the room with me, sitting right behind me.

I begged her to come with me this morning, just for added support.

The radio station that I was at was big and being as though I looked up to Yaya as a big sister, there were certain milestones in my life, where I just needed her, and here she was showing up, just like I wanted her to, making me love her even more.

When Big Mount asked me that question, I turned my head to look at Yaya.

She had a pissed off look on her face because she was the one to tell him, and his team before the interview the things that she didn’t want them asking me.

I had proper PR training, but I didn’t train for the way that I should answer this question because I just knew that it wasn’t going to be something that was asked of me this afternoon.

“Don’t ask her that,” Yaya said from behind me, having my back.

I knew she wanted to spaz, and possibly say worst, but the cameras were rolling in here.

Even though this was a live interview that was playing on the radio, it was still being filmed with a whole camera crew because once this was edited and everything, they were going to drop the interview on YouTube.

With that, if Yaya cut up the way that I knew she wanted to, they would clip it up, and it would go viral, and I knew that that was something that she didn’t want.

Yaya didn’t believe in all press being good press.

She only wanted good things to be out there, and I respected that.

“Cool, cool. You don’t have to answer that.

We’re going to respect your decision. That’s all folks.

Your locked in with 99.2 The Vibe. Shout out to Autumn for coming down here this afternoon and kicking it with us.

We’ve been trying to get her out here for months, but this girl stays on the move, getting to the bag.

Keep supporting her new album. It’s currently killing the charts right now, still in the top 50.

Yesterday, she just dropped those dates for her tour, so make sure that ya’ll support that too, and have her sell out.

You know I support anybody that’s from Miami, so ya’ll show her some love.

Autumn, I appreciate you again for coming down here,” Big Mount ended it.

I wanted my pride to get in the way, and tell this nigga fuck him, and not give a closing statement, but I cleared my throat, came closer to the mic, and I shouted out all my fans, thanked them for supporting the album, and reminded them again to grab their tickets for my tour.

From there, Big Mount closed the interview out, the cameras stopped rolling, and I slapped the mic down, trying to break that shit, and when I did it, all eyes in the room landed on me.

Soraya stood up, and she came and stood right on the side of me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you man? Before this interview started, I handed you a list of things that I didn’t want you asking her.

I even told you out of my own mouth that I didn’t want you asking her shit about the comments that she made on her Instagram live.

She’s at a point in her career where the world is still trying to forgive her for the comments that she made.

She just dropped her fuckin tour dates yesterday, and you chose to drag that shit back up, starting the controversy on the topic all over again.

Just that fast, you could mess up her sales for the tour!

” Soraya was pissed, saying everything to him that I was feeling right now.

This is why I loved her because I could tell that when it came to me, it wasn’t just business. She took on that big sister role for me, being guidance, and a mentor towards me.

“Soraya, chill out. You acting like she repeated that shit in the interview. This shit is just radio, man. I knew Autumn wasn’t going to answer it.

I only asked the question because I know that’s the shit that the people are going to want to hear.

When I post it on Instagram, people going to see that little clip of me asking her about the live, and that’s what’s going to get us the views on YouTube.

Views bring money to what the fuck I’m over here doing.

Money pays my bills. This business. You should know that,” Big Mount spat.

I really wanted to jump across this table, and beat his ass, but I kept my cool.

“Nigga, you talking about its business! That’s your business.

The only business that I have is protecting my fuckin client.

You just sat your ass there and told the thousands of listeners that were tuned in that you fucked with Autumn because she was from the same city as you.

That’s a fuckin lie because if you fucked with her like that, and if you had her interest at heart, you wouldn’t have asked her that shit.

You risking her fuckin career, and her tour for some clicks, and views on your YouTube page.

That shit is lame, and it’s foul,” Soraya was going in, as she turned around, and she picked up her Hermès purse that she had sitting on the chair.

“You getting in your feelings Yaya about some little shit. You damn near in the same business as I am. You know fuckin well that people live for this messy shit. It wasn’t my intentions to be messy, but I gotta do what’s going to sell,” he kept going.

Prior to this, Yaya and Big Mount had a good relationship.

Yaya worked with a lot of artist, so she’s been to this radio station numerous of times over the years.

Hell, on the drive over, she spoke highly of Big Mount, telling me he was cool people, and that I was going to like him, since this would be my first time meeting him.

He would always play my music on his station, and he did show me love, but today was our first interaction.

Prior to shit going left, he had been cool, but the shit this nigga just did was green, and he didn’t have to worry about me coming down here again and showing love.

“My clients don’t have to put out mess for a check.

My clients talent is what sells, and that’s what brings in the big checks for them.

Longevity sells too. Remember that. You been in the game for years, and with that, you would think that you would know how to build your content, get your likes, and views without having to tear down a black girl from the same city as you.

Don’t fuckin play with one of my clients like that again! ” she spat, coming closer to him.

Like he didn’t want smoke with her, he threw his hands up and told her that she had it.

We ended up walking out of the radio station.

Usually, when these kinds of interviews are over, you would take pictures with the crew, and even film a short video for social media, telling them about the time that we had, and shouting them out.

We didn’t do any of those things. We left out of the building, went over to the elevator, took it down to the first floor, and once we got outside, the black truck that we’d come here in was parked out front, waiting for us.

The driver saw when we made our way out because he quickly got out of the truck, walked around, and he opened the back door for us.

I climbed in first, going for the chair that was behind the driver’s seat, and Soraya climbed in next, sitting in the chair that was behind the passenger seat.

He closed the door, and once he did, that’s when I turned in my seat, so that I could look at her.

“See, this the reason why I don’t like doing interviews.

I feel like interviewers be messy as fuck.

They control the narrative in a sense, and that’s what I don’t like.

The only reason why I’m even doing this shit is because of my album, and my tour.

I can’t wait until I get to a point in my career, where I’m like Beyonce, and I don’t have to sit down, and do interviews, and shit,” I voiced, and when I said that, she laughed.

“Girl, Beyonce had to put years in the game first before she got to a place where she no longer had to do interviews. I’m glad that I decided to come with you though. I’m curious to know what you would have said if I wasn’t with you,” she responded, her eyes on me, waiting for a response from me.

“Ima be honest, I really don’t know what I would have said. I didn’t practice for that because I didn’t expect him to ask that,” I said, pulling my phone out, about to navigate towards social media to see if anyone had gotten into my comments yet, saying anything about the interview.

“You know what you’re supposed to say when an interviewer asks you something that you don’t want to answer. That was like the first thing that I taught you when you became my client,” she said, and I nodded because she was right.