Lost One

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❝There's this contrast of almost Angel and Devil on my shoulder with vulnerability. I think the way that I portray myself in my music, you can hear it. One second I'm going to show you that you hurt me. I'm going to show you that I've been through some shit. I'm going to show you the pain. Fuck you and fuck you. If you ever want to make me cry, you can. I'm just going to scream.❞

❝Being vulnerable is beautiful. But I always have to come back at it with this strong, powerful energy right after just to make sure people know just because I'm kind doesn't mean you can fuck with me..❞

The ocean whooshed out the noise canceling headphones over her ears, her eyeballs planted on the screen of the MacBook, watching the video of herself that was captured of her at the ocean. It slowly zooms in closer to her face, closing in on her left eye before the screen went black and the video ended.

Chatting around the Mercedes sprinter and the comedy sitcom The Office playing on the large flat screen was brief with the rasp sound of Jazmine Sullivan's voice fills her ears, while her fingers types vigorously along the keyboard in a email to her editor, letting her approval be known.

Staring over she planted her eyeballs on her team having a laugh filled conversation. Her manager and assistant Jasmine and Jules were sitting on their knees backwards to joke around with her live agent and bodyguard, Omar and Sino. She took notice to the subtle nod Jules gave them, then a balled piece of paper was flying across the sprinter and hitting the newcomer to the team's face, the creative director, Herschel.

Hersh-nickname better known to the Ledé Crew-joined the family just two months before the east coast part of her highly anticipated region's tour started last month in July. Herschel Farmer was a Mississippi native that just so happened to be a blood relative to the legend and her idol, vocal bible, Brandy. Herschel relocated to Los Angeles, seeing a opportunity to work for Shantey's record label and he hopped on it and been killing it every since.

Ledé Crew was a family, everyone there for each other, joking with each other, even disagreeing, and most were naturally loud. While Herschel was quiet and to himself until it was time to direct and he took charge.

All tour Herschel was in the back of sprinter with headphones on and eyes closed. Standoffish, or distant was not a way he meant to be. It's just the way he was for the time being.

Sitting up in the seat, cotton fleece throw blanket covering his cold arms, Herschel's low, eyelids slowly raised once the paper ball softly hit his forehead. Snickering from the ladies stopped and Jasmine and Jules ducked to hide, with Sino and Omar letting out chuckles. Herschel stayed with a blank expression, giving to some the "don't bother me" vibe. But when Herschel pulled out his arm, tossing the paper ball back that hit Jules square in the forehead and smiled, the thick air cleared.