"Look at What you've done"

                                                                                                                             Mikhala Andrade

                                                                                                                          December 5, 2011

                                                                                                                               P.O.S: G block

                                                                                                                                  Fiction Story

                                                                      Look at what you’ve done

“Is this shit real, should I pinch you? After all the things that we been through, I got you...Look what you’ve done…Look what you've done for me now...You knew that I was going to be something. When you're stressed out and you need something, I got you...look what you've done.” I keep repeating one of my lyrics to myself, and I don’t know why. My hands start to tremble, and shake. I could feel the sweat on my palms. “Hey, um Drake you’re going to get called in 20 seconds” I simply nod my head and say thank you. I honestly thank God for blessing me with my talent, I thank him for bringing me this far. I never thought that I would be at the Grammy’s right now, accepting an award. is this all a dream? Two years ago I was a lost kid, had family problems, and didn’t even have money to support me and my mother. I didn’t have a dad to look up to, and support us. So I had to be man of the house. My mother and I would always argue about money, because well... there wasn’t any money. Mom would always complain and always yell at me because I didn’t have a job or didn’t have money.

“Aubrey! I can’t take this anymore!”

“What? Why you mad for?”

“Haha... Why I’m mad? Well I’m mad because your ass is too lazy to get a damn job, and support the family.”

“What family? You’re always trying to come at me, when your ass always spends money on stupid shit, like really mom? Cigarettes?”

“Oh shut the hell up Aubrey, you’re just like your father; you guys are like twins  ...you both don’t do shit for the family.”

I remember that day so clear, I was hurt. I told her that I hate her, and I left the house. Five days later she called me.

“Hello Aubrey?”

“What do you want?. .. are you going to yell at me, because I don’t have money for you to go spend on cigarettes?”

“Aubrey… no I called because I’m sorry for all the bs I said, and that I love you.”

“Mom, I know we are having a bad time in life, but I’m sorry for the way I was acting, I love you too”

“Come back home sweetie, please I need you around.”

Even through the rough times, I love my mother; she’s my best friend. If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t be at the Grammy’s right now. “And the nominee for the best male hip-hop artist goes to Drake!” As I walk on stage, my heart drops. You would probably think that I am use to it, considering the fact that I have performed in front of thousands of people. But this is different, the whole atmosphere was different. Words cannot explain the feeling of being on that stage. The beautiful lady gave me a hug, kisses on the cheek, the trophy and also whispered into my ear saying I deserved it. The moment she said that, immediately I felt the cold chills on my back. I decided it was the right time to make my speech. “Hello, um wow! Ahaha am I really here right now? Wow, first I want to thank God for everything he has given me. I want to thank my mother for being there for me, showing the right way, and never losing faith in me. Thank you to my uncle, Uncle Joe you’re like my father thank you so much for always encouraging me to do what I want to do, Thank you to all my fans, thank you for my team YMCMB till the death of me!” as I was walking out I yelled “Look at what you’ve done for me, thank you!”