Aaliyah ,Beyonce, Nicki Minaj & Rihanna, help me get Ariana Grande.

Beginning Part 1

Dear Diary

It's Conklin again, sorry for not writing in 10 years, but I've been working hard to make it in the music world as an A&R . Now I finally made it, after all the college life, heartbreaks, drugs, family death, and backstabbers. People don't see my name on the cover of magazines like Tupac or his contemporaries, because I work with a independent record label called the MonkeyFunkyMuse (MFM). I just started working for them as their third A&R, the others were...old fashioned they told me. My bosses are co-founders Elliot Coffey and David Labousky. My first interview with them was a complete surprise because the job I was applying for needed someone with a diverse genre of music, and thanks to my white, Hispanic, and Korean friends in college I did have a taste of different kinds of music. So it was 6 years ago and the economy was a disaster but I needed a job to get out my school debts. I looked online from a computer in my cousins Rimi basement. And I saw the job opening for A&R, I thanked God and quickly called the MFM office. A week had past since they said I could send in my resume which I emailed them. Then a Sunday after church me and my were having Chinese food and discussing our usual debate about how and why he should join the church again.

"Man enough of that bullshit" he said in between the puffs of weed and bites of orange chicken. "If God really existed how come Me, the one who is "bad" has a full time job, while you ain't got two pennies to your name"?

"Becau-" My answer was cut off by the notorious I-Phone ring

"allo, Kristina? wha'cho want?...But I did!"

Those were the three words that lead to Rimi and his latest baby-momma calling for child-support, that he deliberately doesn't pay. Though He tells her other wise, I left the cloudy room to my my dungeon in the basement. It was really quit cozy, a finished basement with a decent futon/bed. I put pictures of my late parents, I really missed them, and my cluttered desk. A fish bowl and a litter box, three windows that can open. I sat in my office chair, plugged in my five dollar headphones. I was getting into the grove of "Break Your Heart Right Back" by Ariana Grande ( I adore her). When Rimi thunders down the stairs breathing hard(he's a litt-well greatly outta shape)

"Ayyo, why da hell, do we have so many stairs"? he said in between pants.

"There's only thirteen stairs, its not like we live in a mansion", I said with a little contentious tone.

"well you don't, Ha!" he shot right back at me.

"why are you down here anyway"

"oh there's some fruities here to see you, I always knew you were that way"

"what?,the way you be flaunting yo boys I might think the same for you."

"take that back"

"make me fatso"

"churchboy"

I would've continued our verbal jousting but I remembered the guys upstairs. So I slowly walked up the stairs hoping they weren't some serial killers. They werent. They were in fact my employers from MFM, but why are they here, at my house.

"Conklin Rivers, just the man I came to see. I'm Elliot Coffey". Elliot Coffey looked like Elijah Wood. He was about 5"7', long black hair, a slight british accent with a hint of...hippie?. "this is my partner, David Labousky".

David was 6' 5'', african american, bald, thick bearded.

"Soooooo?" I said to perpetuate the conversation"

"Oh, right, you're hired." Elliot squalled.

I was a little baffled, that they came to my house to tell me that. Dave could see the look on my face. So he begins to explain in a speech pattern similar to Morgan Freeman.

"Mr. Rivers, it might seem unconventional for the employer to be visiting the house of the employee. But at MonkeyFunkyMuse, we're all about being different from other record companies. And one of our qualities that make us different, is that we're very personal with our employees."

They reached out their hands for me to shake.