Imagines of our favorite rapper that everybody is obsessed with. For the Black girls!
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Inspired by the songs Black Mascara and Oscar Winning Tears by RAYE
Trigger warning: sex scene ahead
Y/N stood in the booth rubbing her tired eyes. She looked down at her personal song book. The current song had red ink scattered. Words were crossed out and black marker added new words and notes.
"Ready to go again?" Her manager, her mother, Mrs. Ryan, asked hitting the speaker.
"Ma, can we stop. Been at this shit since yesterday." Y/N asked pulling her oversized hoodie.
Mrs. Ryan shook her head, "Stars aren't made with laziness."
Y/N could feel her eyes burn with tears. With a croaky smile she tried to push through, "Alright."
The music in her headphones began to play. Y/N took a deep breath trying to feel the music. Her sensual harmony spewed from her mouth. The sounds hypnotizing everyone in the room.
At the final verse her voice scratched. Clearing her throat she stepped back taking her headphones off. Her mother slammed her hand down onto the table.
Y/N grabbed her notebook and stepped out of the booth, "What the fuck was that?"
Y/N glanced around the room. Her bodyguard averted his eyes. She felt her shoulders tense immediately.
"Ma I'm tired. I just need twelve hours." Y/N said softly her throat in shambles.
Ryan shook her head, "I ain't raise no lazy girl! Get your ass back in that booth. The executives are looking for this second album! We cannot waste time!"
Y/N paused, "The album will be fine! It's getting done. I'm just having some challenges with my sound right now!"
"No! You wanna be this soft sensual new girl! Sex sells and after your first album gave Sasha Fierce vibes you want to trade that for what? To be a knockoff Jhene Aiko!"
Y/N flinched at her mothers screams. The clear window that led to the hallway in the building gave everyone outside a clear view of their fight.
"The label gave me control over my rebrand. And I'm nothing like Jhene Aiko. If anything my first album is what you wanted!" Y/N felt guilty for speaking out of turn.
"Get. Back. In. The. Booth. Now." Her mothers strict voice rung through her ears.
Y/N could feel her chest tighten. The static sound blending with her rapid heart beat. Y/N's fingers gripped her precious song book. Gasping for air she exited the room.
Her vision was blurry. She knew her building had a quiet room. She knew that room all too well. Her dainty hand felt the cool wall guiding her to the room.
Y/N entered the dark room. Her deep gasps filled the quiet room. Tears sprang from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. Feeling her heart beat slow down she sat on the plush couch.
