What happens when a small producer from the UK gets her beats stolen by a upcoming New York rapper under the name Pop Smoke
POP SMOKE/BASHAR JACKSON (BWBM/BMBW) FF BY ANGELSNOTHOMEBITXH
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I N T E R N A T I O N A L S H ! T _
📍 U K, S O U T H L O N D O N 𝚃 𝚄 𝙴 𝚂 𝙳 𝙰 𝚈 , 𝟸 𝟽 𝚃 𝙷 𝟸 𝟶 𝟷 𝟿
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It had been almost 3 days since then.
Since the party.
Not much happened afterwards.
Well except Kiki and Blakely started messaging eachother.
Exchanging jokes and talking about deep ambitions.
And while Blakely was at work it seemed Kiki had invited her out with him for the night. She let a smug smile grow on her face as she glanced up at the clock which showed her she only had 30 minutes left of work.
Slipping her phone into her Jean pocket Blakely decided to do one last push of good work.
Stacking up the shelves making sure everything looked right to her liking before she had to go.
Saying goodbye to her manager and two other co-workers Blakely rushed out the lonelysome clothing store walking down the street.
Pulling out her phone she checked the app for bus's checking when the next one was on its way walking down the grey dirty pavement littered with rubbish/trash and dog poo every then and again.
In her peripheral vision Blakely saw a shadow follow behind her along with the sound of an engine when a car which was going particularly slow.
Opening up Snapchat Blakely brought up her phone pretending to just take a picture or video of some sort.
Staring into her reflective mirror a bright gleam of car lights stared back at her.
"Yo!" A voice called out making Blakely who hurried her way on.
"Yo!" It called out again with a sign of confusion hanging around it "Blake? Why the fuck you walking like you being chased down or suttin?" In almost a instant Blakely stopped in her tracks.
Spinning around she saw Kiki popping his head out the window with a smile plastered on his face innocently.
Kissing her teeth Blakely made her way to his blacked out car sulking making Kiki cackle lowdly "what's up with you?" He asked as she entered the car with a annoyed look on her face.
Looking over at him "tchhh" and looked away once again, kissing her pearly whites.
He laughed some more pulling off and into the night sky covered in twinkly stars.
The drive was peaceful with a mix of various artist singing and rapping soulfully in the back.
Sounds of the city life still be lively as usual.
Sirens of police swinging by.
Shouts and calls of people chattering amongst eachother.
The sound of the engine rearing every then and again.
Dozing off to the noises seemed to dim away like the sunset which settled a few hours earlier.
"Yo Blake." A nudge moved Blakely out of her doze, rubbing on her eyes.
Blakely turns to Kiki, who sat in the drivers seat "come on." He said before exiting the vehicle. Leaving Blakely slightly confused but nevertheless she follows his orders and slid out of her side of the car looking around curiously before walking behind her friend into the somewhat familiar building.
Kiki held the door open for Blakely who still held a puzzled look on her face.
But in almost a instant the reaction left.
The booming of the music brought some sort of dejavu over Blakely as they inched closer to the door which the rowdy music came from.
The trap galoure a popular studio Blakely had only been to once in her whole entire career of being a producer. It had gotten more and more popular with artists as the years went by and with that meant the booking prices went up.
Before Kiki opened the sealed glass door he glanced over his shoulder as if he was making sure Blakely was still behind him.
Once the information he wanted was confirmed he turned his head back around and opened the door firmly.
Blakely attempted to hide behind the '6"0 boy, but in such a crowded and large room it seemed almost impossible to hide anywhere.
Some heads turned in alarm, others didn't too interested in the beat playing loudly in the back.
Kiki dapped up almost everyone in the room as Blakely followed closely behind making sure not to be too far away from him.
"Sit here." Kiki spoke referencing to the empty space on the dark grey coach.
Though Blakely didn't necessarily want to she listened to the older boy. Placing herself stiffly onto the seat.
Kiki walked over to the Producer who sat in front of the large mixer bopping his head to the rhythm of the bass.
Blakely recognised the guy from a few instagram posts under the @Djfeeza he's become what some would consider famous he's worked with many UK artists and apparently is soon to be helping produce a song on Lil Durks album.
She could see his fame brought money by the way he presented himself, the EdHardy jeans with a fitted designer Yankee cap a large piece of jewellery hanging from his neck. He was no joke.
The two coveresed from what Blakely could tell; it seems they joked for a little before Kiki told him something somewhat surprising.
The Feeza jumped up slightly shocked at the information told to him, glanced over to Blakely who scrunched her eyebrows together wondering what happened.
'Wtf?' She wondered.
But before she could wonder any further the music changed its tone dramatically becoming almost a squeak of a mouse.
The Producer twizzled on his chair with a large grin glistening across his face "ain't no fuckin way ki" he smiled directly at Blakely.
Who glanced around the room to see more eyes staring toward her most of them just as confused as her.
Once Blakely looked toward where the Produced once sat it seemed he had trolled himself closer.
With his right arm out he spoke "Jordan. But you might know me as Freeza" Though it took a few seconds she took his hand in hers ,smiling awkwardly.
"Blakely."
"I can't believe it."
As if it was even possible she scrunched up her eyebrows some more "what?"
"I'm meeting Boyish."
Glancing to Kiki who stood behind Jordan leaning slightly on the surface behind him smirking Blakely brought her attention back to Jordan.
