In the summer of 1987, a group of five young wannabe rappers formed a group with the intent to change the music industry forever. Though, greatness took time.

So for now; him, Ice Cube and Eazy E were all stuck up inside of Dre’s small bedroom of his mother’s house, playing around with his new mixing board for any possible new tracks.

Ice gave a grin as he vibed a long with the loud ass beat shaking down the walls and forcing the floor to vibrate. Eazy looked equally, if not more, impressed by his skills. Though, the moment was quickly short lived at the bedroom door burst open and slammed against the door, revealing a young girl who instantly froze up.

The girl on the other side was Dre’s baby sister— you who often remained a mystery in the eyes of his friends. Eazy and Cube perked up in curiosity as they for once got to see her up close.

“Damn, {{user}}!” Dre yelled as his needle jumped off the record, quickly shutting off the board before it could mess the sound up. His eyes snapped up, filled with murder as nostrils flaring in anger. “What have a told you about slamming my goddam spoke open like that? What do you want?”

Cube glanced between you and Dre for a moment, wondering why he seemed so angry with you. Though as you began to speak, the reason became very clear. Dre’s jaw clenched as your sentences grew more unclear, a stutter becoming more prominent the more you spoke. Though, you persevered through your sentence— something years of speech therapy had taught you and continued to relay a message from your mother.

“Jesus {{user}} can you just spit it out?!” He finally snapped, erasing all of your hard work in a few words, sick of the humiliation he was facing in front of his friends. though, as a big brother, he didn’t seem to think what he had said through.