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1 - 𝕺𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖘

"Good work today, Lewis." Nate shook my hand as I shrugged. 

"Props to you too. I should be able to finish this off by Monday." Nate slapped me on the shoulder approvingly, and left the studio. Turning back to the control panel on my spinny chair, I fiddled with a few buttons on the clips of vocals. Nate, or NF was a global rapping sensation, and I could see why from a mile away - rapping at tons of words a minute, telling compelling stories without a drop of profanity? It's something I love to see.

Saving the unfinished song to my PC, I turned off all the panel and stretched, yawning. Being in an airtight room for 16 hours a day isn't very good for sleep. I turned to the chair next to me and rustled around in my duffel bag, pulling out my notebook and a worn-out pencil. Flipping to my most recent page, I muttered to myself 

"Beauty, beauty, beauty..."

Yes, I was a producer. Yes I was one of the best in the business. But, I wanted to write something as well. Have credit for the things I did outside of the people in the music industry. On my page were words scrawled at the top, words I immediately crossed out. Was I on something when I wrote them down? Running a hand over my face, I rose from the chair. I needed some air. Some time outside might do me some good.

🎙🎵🎛

The night in New York was bustling with activity fluorescent lights on in every other store, music blaring from bars. As I walked, a nice bass beat caught my attention. On my right was a club - 'The Gin & Tonic'. The music, and now a faint voice, was coming from right inside.

Opening the door and showing the security my ID, I walked in and looked for the source of the feminine voice in curiosity. In the giant room, bodies were clustered together amongst the deafening noise, and on a high stage was a person, rapping along to the sick beat with a microphone in hand:

"Cause I'm a pull up to the 

industry

like someone they ain't, 

never seen

Cause i'm more than a 

title screen 

i'm better than those

Mothereffers, don't know where they're at

Showing off women in their 

gold Cadillacs

To cover up the fact they act

Like dougebags while I'm

here in my cul de sac

tryna knock the odds that's stacked

To soften the impact

When I get attacked

But they can't stop me; I'm jacked. 

Cause I'll be One of the Greats

Yeah I'll be One of the Greats"

There was disc scratch, a huge cheer, and the person held their hand up, yelling into the mic. "This is Hayley Holt. Have a good one guys!" And then walked off stage as the lighting changed and another track started up.

Dang. That was far from bad.

Pushing through the throng of people, I made my way in the direction of the stage, looking out for the frizzy hair I thought I'd seen from afar. I got to the front, to the stage, without seeing a sign of them. God damn it. At least no one had recognised me yet. Not that they would, lots of them being drunk out of their minds or not interested in producing whatsoever. Only the musicians knew me, despite the people that listened to them.

I looked to my left, and as luck would have it I spotted the familiar hair. "Hey!" I called out, shoving through more bodies. The person turned just as I approached them in the corner of the room. The purple and blue lights flickered off their face as their eyes widened, and they yelled over the noise,

"Are you...Changbin?"