❛ YOU AND I COULD BE ONE
AFTER ALL, OUR LOVE COULD
BE SO STRONG, YOU AND I
WOULD NEVER STOP. ❜
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, two music lovers cross paths between one another - not knowing the outcome of their kind of love.
proudest achieve...
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' 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄𝟕, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟕. ' lose my breath music video set ━━━ los angeles, california !
"MAMA, WE GO HOME now?" The small petite child yawned, hugging against her mother's thigh. "In a little bit, Dada's gonna come pick you up and take you home with him." Milani spoke, pure irritation ridden in her tone.
The woman's irritation hadn't been directed towards her daughter, but the man much older. Milani currently been in the midst to the re-filming of ' Lose My Breath. '
"Alright, we're back on in a couple seconds!" The director, Brett Ratner called out, Milani released a quiet groan.
"Baby, go over to Calista for the time being . . . until I'm done at least. Dada will be here any minute, more than likely any second." The mother explained, the small petite child obliged to her demand immediately.
"Camera starts in three, two, one!" The numbers counted down, to which the three women began their choreography.
Malia's soft laughter filled the right ear of Calista's due to her mother's incredible dance ability. The sight had enlightened Milani's mood upon shooting from the high adrenaline she had filled for a certain man.
Within moments — as expected, DeVante had arrived in the small alleyway to which filming had taken place. The time had nearly stuck two in the morning, which had left DeVante sighted in his pajamas — not that he had his minded.
Eventually, the filming section had came to an end, which allowed Milani to walk over to her daughter and her father.
"Why's she out here so late?" He questioned, his sleepy raspy voice sent immediate chills down Milani's spine that she attempted to ignore.
"I apologize for that, but it hadn't been intentional, I swear. She wanted to stay with me for some parts of the shooting, and Quik promised he'd come and pick her up, but he hadn't. Cal called him and he told her he couldn't no longer do that, so here we are . . ."
"There ain't no need to apologize, I get it . . . I wish you would've called me sooner though." He adjusted their sleepy daughter on his chest, rubbing her backside.
"Mama's sorry, but you had fun . . . didn't you? I seen you laughing at me." Milani ran her hand over her daughter's head.
"You dance silly, Mama." The petite daughter released infectious giggle upon Milani's tickled to her stomach. "I dance silly? You should see Dada!"
