F.A.M.E (book 1 & 2)

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ADONIS

It was literally the middle of May and I had been dropping songs back to back since the beginning of the year. My consistency was through the roof and I was getting ready to drop the project I had been working on since I lost my brother. I had just been working and working and working; the studio probably saw me more than my actual bed. It had become a habit for me to fall asleep in the studio, either the one in my house, or Dice's, but rarely ever my bed. For someone who wasn't on tour, it just felt like I was hardly ever home.

It wasn't necessarily a bad thing though. This year my main focus had been the music. I wanted to release as much music as possible and really tap into my creativity. I had never really worked with females until this year, it had always been guys and a lot of masculine energy surrounding my musical sound. I was finally stepping away from that and working with more females, which was a positive change in my opinion. I managed to get Jhene Aiko for some tight harmonies on one of my interludes, so I was happy about that. I had also been speaking to Jorja about working together since we met at a Christmas party; I had sent her a few tracks, but neither of them had really been her taste. However, she had opened the doors for the opportunity to work with a singer called Morgan, by getting her in contact with me - ever since I heard 'ADCT' I had been itching to work with her.

I was knackered as I sat in my living room and finally sorted through the Mail that had been piling up for the past two weeks. If there was one thing I was terrible at, it was making sure that I stayed on top of any bills that came through my door. I hardly made the time to sort through things so whenever I eventually did, it always took me longer than was necessary. It was rather ironic to me, because I could afford to pay every bill that slipped through my letterbox, but somehow, anything that wasn't a direct debit was never paid on time.

As always my phone had been on silent for the duration of the day. I checked it quite often just so I didn't miss out on anything important although I was aware that it wasn't the best way to keep up to date with everything. However, recently it had been more than necessary. Jade T had been doing absolutely everything to contact me. In the past couple of weeks she had called me from at least five different numbers. I was frustrated to the point where I was strongly considering changing my number; she would not let me rest.

She was such a confusing person, because a couple of months ago she was on socials screaming that she had a new boyfriend and that she was happy. Now she was back to disturbing my peace?

I was avoiding conversation with her at all costs because I knew what came with entertaining her - drama! She would literally twist my words and spew it on social media out of spite, she would definitely not rest until she had chewed me out and destroyed me until I was just the shell of a man. The girl had serious problems; and yes, they were genuine mental issues so I didn't like to dwell on her abnormal behaviour too much, but honestly, there was just no excuse for her way of acting. Jade clearly needed help, and from where I was sitting, she was either refusing to take any medication administered to her, or she was refusing to get the help she needed.

Truth be told, I was scared to be around her. The last time I decided to be a good guy and see her, she nearly ripped my head off. She compared me to her abusive ex and basically told me I was ruining her life. If I had known getting head on our first date would cause so much drama, I would've never allowed things to progress. To me it was casual, nothing too deep; for her it was obviously way deeper, and I hated that I had given her the wrong impression, because she made me pay for it. I was still paying for it.