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 - 𝙵 𝚁 𝙸 𝙳 𝙰 𝚈, 𝙼 𝙰 𝚁 𝙲 𝙷 𝟸 𝟷 𝚂 𝚃 𝟸 𝟶 𝟷 𝟿 ------------------
It had been a day after Freeza and Blakely had first met and Freeza explained that before her brother fatally passed away he was a big fan of his music especially the person who produced the tracks.
They chattered on for a little more of the night Blakely stayed with Freeza in the studio until 4 am.
And now here she sits in the same seat Freeza sat in yesterday. The one in which he sat in while asking her if she wanted to show him some of her stuff, help put her out there, on the map.
At first she declined, but Kiki, knowing Blakely corrected her mistake claiming he'll make sure to drop her off early the next day.
Twirling around nervously in the black leather chair Blakely couldn't help but stop and admire all the equipment in front of her, she had only dreamt of having a place like this for herself one day.
As she leant back a voice came to ear "you like it?" A voice questions, one Blakely isn't familiar with but once she settled her slender eyes on the man who stalks towards her.
Sitting up slightly at the sudden interruption she answers "yeah, uh it's really cool man I haven't seen shit like this in real life before" though Blakely used to come to this studio regularly it had upgraded tremendously in the short amount of time she had been absent from the craft.
He nodded pulling another seat which sat along the large mixer, and placing it right beside hers. Blakely watched him intensely, to be completely honest with her self she had never been more nervous than now.
Blakely preferred to keep her self out of situations that place her in moments of conflict and judgement, her brother was the opposite and often together they where called ying and Yang two opposites which fit perfectly together.
Connecting Blakely old beaten up silver laptop Freeza sat back on his chair watching her pull up her unreleased tracks. But she stops suddenly "uh sorry I don't really know what to show you like where would you like to start?" Freeza knew she would ask this question many did, pushing himself to lean forward he replies
"well you've been producing for years so there's a lot to choose from so I'd say choose your overall favourite which think show your flexibility and start from the oldest to the newest and we'll see where it takes us from there" he grins, Freeza was excited to see what Blakely could do, he had only heard so much from the girl and was desperate to hear more and he's many people around the world would be too if she got herself out there a little more.
Blakely nods turning her head back to the bright screen scrolling through what looked like to be hundreds and hundreds of beats.
Picking one from almost 2 whole years ago the song slowly but surely played, immediately Enticing Freeza into the music his head boped up and down as his grin grew, track by track, but who could blame him it simply got better and better as each one played out.
By track 7 he was up and out of his seat his full body moving to the beat, pulling his hat off his head he placed his hands on top of his waves exclaiming "wouuuu!" Causing a slight slime to sneak upon Blakely.
She had been praised for her speciality before but not in a while and not like this it made her feel good like everything she had been working for had gone to something.
He nodded throwing his hat back upon his head and plonking back on his head reaching over to pause the music.
She turns to him slightly confused "when'd you make this?" He asks ruffling the hairs growing from his firm chin.
Shrugging the 18 year old responds "I don't know probably like a year ago, it was the first beat i produced for my brother but he said it wasn't his type of shit, sayin it's a little too 'aggressive' you already know what type of music my brother was into that poetic heartfelt shit story tellin. But I couldn't help and carry on making these" Freezas eyebrows raise towards his hairline at the told information.
"Is that so? Listen I have a artist, name pop smoke, he's not very known right Now but he's on the come up, he's made a few songs. But I'm telling you Blakely I can imagine you too working extremely good together you just gotta believe me" the silence after Freezas short concluding paragraph was thick.
Blakely sat rolling her tongue around her mouth anxiously, it took a moment but Freeza realised "look Boyish, I know after your brothers death it's been hard to do music and shit trust me I know. But I promise you, you will not regret this. If anything you'll regret not taking this chance, this could be your breakout Blakely just give yourself another chance." Once again the silence hit hard Freeza felt horrible and he knew how it felt
His best friend died fatally a few years back when they where walking down the street together it put him off creating beats and he missed so many opportunities till this day he can't get back and he doesn't want that for Blakely she's one of the most versatile, talented producers he's seen; some of the most famous producers he knows aren't even as talented as her and he couldn't let it go to waste.
She nods slowly knowing Freeza was staring at her anticipating a answer of some sort, "I'll think about it" she sighs, he smiles gratefully knowing this was a lot for her "say less listen imma tell Kiki to send me your number and visa versa if your feelin it send some of your beats through, I wanna show it to em see what he's saying and we'll go from there"
Blakely sighs, she couldn't do anything more but just sigh. "I'll think about it." She gives her final reply, before the both of them continue to listen to Blakely's choregraph.
