Aaliyah Brielle Na'Jai Harper 22 Los Angeles, CA ——— Two Weeks Later
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"Wow, I see why CB so crazy about you." One of the guys said bringing a light smile to my face.
If they only knew.
I haven't been home in two weeks- Well the place I call home. When I saw the messages on Chris's phone I packed three suitcases, threw them in my car and left to the nearest hotel.
And trust me, living in a hotel wasn't my type of living.
But I can't until my friends or my family what was going on because they were just gonna tell me I told you so.
And if things couldn't get any worse, Chris kept texting and my phone popping up at my studio.
today was my first day working with DJ Khaled and my car didn't want to work so I had to catch a cab here and God knows what's wrong with my car.
All of this is just bad timing and very frustrating.
"Is that supposed to be the compliment?" One of the girls- Meeka asked as I chuckled.
She was cool, she was only here for the guys tho. Not doing any work.
"I was',t talking to you Meeka, go find a dick to suck or something." The guy said sitting in the main seat, looking back at me.
"You got the first verse done?" He asked as I shook my head no.
I didn't even know what the song was about, or which verse I was supposed to be writing. I was fucking lost.
"No one told me anything." Actually, I was told to sit here and look fucking pretty by the receptionist.
"Khaled didn't explain to you anything? Because Wayne finna roll up with his people and-."
"Khaled just told me to make tweaks to everyone's verses, so it could be on the same page and everyone could correlate with each other. That's all I'm here to do. I'm not writing overs versus or right in the middle general. I'm just making tweaks." I told him as he nodded.
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"Drake-."
"Aubrey." He said, throwing my legs onto his lap making me roll my eyes.
"Aubrey, just certain words don't make sense. Like here, when you say, money counter, go boom when you selling out the garden?" I repeated looking from his paper to him.
"Change what you wanna change, you are the pro, not me." He joked, leaving back on his chair, looking at me.
"Okay... well... how about. Money counter go... brr- it will rhyme better if the beat dropped, but the beat doesn't drop... so the brr just keeps it rolling you know." I said to him.
