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Your POV
I have a semi functional plan for how I'm going to break the news to my mom. Since the boys are going to Tokyo for a week, I volunteered to help manage practices and make meals.
That way after I tell her at dinner she'll have a week to calm down and think about how we should proceed from there. Though in that span she'll probably tell my dad, brother, aunties, cousins, and basically the whole entire family and theirs.
I'm also going to try and get stared on my singing career. I talked it over with Sara already and she said she knew some people out here that have available studio time when I get back.
So today I'd simply be meeting them and going over hours I can come down, who can mix, and produce when I have an actual song or two.
Just thinking about getting started on my song writing has me ready to do cartwheels. As I sat at the park waiting for Sara and her homie to show I hummed the tune that's been stuck in my head all day and wrote some lyrics to it.
(A/N: I will be using actual song.)
'I can get you right, I just need a night, get you alone No, this ain't a race, you can pick the place, get you in the zone. Hate it when we fight 'fore we say goodnight You're all mine, not for the night, but for life'
"Y/N! Hey mamas." I rolled my eyes at a loud ass Sara. "Call me that again and I'll have no problem running yo ass over."
"Damn my bad. Anyways this is my home boy Dre. He has a studio and he's also a producer." I looked over to see tall dark skin boy, maybe around 6'0. He had waves and his dimples showed without even having to smile. His sleeve of tattoos poked out of white tee paired with black cargo pants and air forces.
"I'm Y/N." I stuck out my hand and he shook it. "Wassup. Sara told me you wanted to get into the studio and sing, right?"
"Yeah, I've also been writing to, so it'll all be my shit. Except the beat."
"Cool cool, you any good though."
"I think i'm the shit so... but I have some covers that I already made."
"Your confident, I like that. Email me your cover and I can get you a session next week fasho."
"Thanks, Dre." After a moment of silence Sara smoke up. "You niggas trynna smoke?"
"Fucking pothead, no." I elbowed her in the side.
"Well if she's not smoking I want a whole blunt." Dre said. This man trynna see god today huh? Sara's weed was always unnecessarily strong.
"I don't give away blunts for free, I'ma need something back in return.
"I'm giving your girl 3 free sessions remember?" He retorted crossing his arms.
