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IRISH LIANE GRINSTEAD LA, CALIFORNIA| SEPTEMBER 3rd 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗁𝖾𝟪𝟢𝗌－𝟫𝟢𝗌
Irish sat in the studio with her arms crossed and face frowned. Meelah and Misha were blatantly ignoring her and she was starting to regret telling Orish that she could stay home and sleep in. "Beenie, man no! Why would we change our producer mid-album? We gone have to change our whole sound" she fussed, hating the fact she was overruled. She was the only one who wasn't on board with this idea, and it sucked.
Nobody was hearing her.
"Because this change is gonna be permanent, might as well get a feel of him now." Beenie, their manager responded. Irish groaned spinning around in the spinning chair, ignoring everything they were saying now. She hummed to herself for a dramatic moment making Misha and Meelah pause to look at her.
"Is she serious?" Meelah questioned with a frown. "As a heart attack," Misha replied, used to the temper tantrum.
To drown out their talking she sang louder, singing the tune of Lovin' You by Minnie Riperton.
Lovin' you is easy 'cause you're beautiful Makin' love with you is all I wanna do Lovin' you is more than just a dream come true And everything that I do is out of lovin' you
The girl mugged Irish as she repeated Orish's name how Minnie sang her daughter Maya's.
"Shut up!" Misha shouted, and Irish's head popped up. "What? You want me to say your name instead? Fine with me. Misha, Misha, Misha, Mishaaa."
"Just ignore her," Misha told Beenie and Meelah. Beenie laughed, recording her with the small camera he carried everywhere and Meelah just rocked side to side at the sound of Irish's light voice. Misha was the only one getting irritated because she knew Irish was only singing to irritate her.
Soon, the door was being pushed open and their new producer came waltzing in, politely greeting everyone. Irish remained spinning with her eyes closed, back to singing Orish's name feeling a quick double heartbeat in her chest.
"My sister misses me" she sang and Misha sucked her teeth and stopped the chair from spinning. Irish quickly sat up, almost falling out of the chair as dizziness set in. "Why would you do that?" She groaned once the feeling subsided. She looked at the new body in the room and her eyes widened.
"I'm Michael, nice to meet you guys, officially," he said, his eyes on Misha and Meelah specifically. His eyes then went to Irish, and his cheeks burned viciously. Misha and Meelah had never seen a black person blush before, but to see Michael Jackson blush so hard because Irish was a crazier sight.
"Wassup" she greeted, nodding her head at him making her bandmates groan lowly and shake their heads at each other. "She dropping the ball" Misha muttered and Meelah agreed silently. "Hi," he replied awkwardly.
