“What’s up caller?” Bree flipped the button on the switchboard. “You’re on the air.”
“Heyy, oh my god. Logic, you are so freaking fine. I mean like you got the whole rough look down pat and I love it.”
“Thank you, sweetheart,” Logic spoke into the mic.
“Are you in a relationship?”
“Yea,” he answered. “I have a girlfriend.”
“This nigga.” Al was tickled by the fact that Logic was claiming Tyler all on the radio without her permission.
“Do you want two?” the caller cooed. “We can be like Neyo. I wouldn’t mind sharing you.”
“Not at the moment, shorty.” Logic chuckled.
“Next caller.” Bree hung up on her.
“Are you in a relationship with Tyler?”
“No comment,” Logic replied, although he wanted to say yes. He wouldn’t put his big baby on blast just yet, but if she didn’t answer the phone for him within the next twenty-four hours, he was going to show her how deranged her mouth made him.
Bree took a few more calls before DJ Rhythm dropped a song from Logic’s album. It didn’t take long before the whole room was vibing. The caller board was lit up, and Al was bopping around the room rapping the lyrics as if he wrote them. Joe made sure to record everything, and Rahlo went live on Instagram. Logic nonchalantly sat back and enjoyed the moment. This was a moment he wanted to live in forever and he thanked God for allowing him to experience it.
“Ok Logic, before you go, please tell us what we can expect with the upcoming album,” Bree probed, hoping to get a little insight.
“You can expect greatness,” Czar answered. “Pure fucking greatness.”
“And with that folks, we’re going to replay Logic’s new release…Logically Thinking.” DJ Rhythm queued the song and just like that the studio was vibing again.
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Tyler sat in the passenger seat of Aria’s car smiling from ear to ear. Although she was dodging him like hot grits, Tyler was proud of Logic. She listened to the interview twice and wanted to die when he said he had a girlfriend, knowing he was talking about her. Tyler was grateful he didn’t mention her name, knowing that it would’ve opened a can of worms she wasn’t ready for. The pictures of them were still circling the internet, but with no new information, bloggers slowly let the story die.
“Aunt Ty,” Mya called out from the backseat.
“Yes?” Tyler answered, cutting the radio down.
“Since you not rich no more, do you want to work at our school?”
“Mya!” Aria scolded.
“Mommy, she has a nice voice, she needs a job, and our music teacher is annoying,” Maddie reasoned for her sister. “It’s a win-win.”
“And being in her class is an automatic A+,” Mya added. “She definitely gone look out for us.”
“Um, no, I’m ok.” Tyler shook her head.
“Then what are you going to do for money because my birthday coming up and you give the best gifts?” Maddie quizzed.
“Oh, so her gifts were better than mine?” Aria glanced at her through the rearview mirror.
“Basically,” Mya answered. “Your gifts are like a 6 outta 7. Aunt Ty gifts are a 10.”
“You hear me.” Maddie tapped her index finger and thumb together. “Mommy, you give us money and clothes. Aunt Ty gifts us experiences.”
“Well, she broke and the only trip she gifting yall is to Chucky Cheese,” Aria teased.
“Oh no!” Mya held her chest. “It’s worse than we thought,” she whispered to her sister. “I think we might need to start a GoFundMe in her honor.”
