Breathe Me In (fanfiction)

1. New Job

Rrring! Rrring!

My phone rang loudly, making me groan and bury my head underneath my pillow. I'd been working in the studio for most of the night and early morning because of a deadline and taking care of Prince (my three month old baby boy) who seemed to love waking me up at random times of the night.

I worked as a producer/songwriter/occasional model. I wrote and composed songs for different artists and then received compensation for my work plus royalties. It didn't completely pay my bills and other stuff so that's where all the modeling came in.

In the underground music world, I was known as JB. But in mainstream music I wasn't really known. That suited me just fine though because I just wanted to make music.

The added benefit is that I don't have to socialize with anyone too much and since I was a mother I could be around my kid more. I could work at home in my home studio and send in the finished work to whoever and then I'd get money back.

The past week had been long because I'd somehow managed to forget about a few tracks I was meant to make so I had to haul ass to get that done and turn it in on time.

Anyways, I'd barely laid my head on my pillow when someone calls. Groaning loudly, I thought about ignoring it but then decided not to. It might be my manager or one of my best friends calling with something important.

"It sure as hell better be important because if not, then someone will be dead" I thought crossly, sitting up in bed.

Blurry eyed, I grabbed my phone from where it sat on my bedside dresser and answered it without looking at the phone screen.

I glanced over to my right to see Prince still sleeping in his brown and blue patterned crib.

"What do you want? What?"

"Well, what a nice greeting" Kenny, my manager joked.

He'd been managing me for about six years since I graduated high school and decided to work in the music industry and he was like the godfather/uncle I never had and almost like a grandfather to Prince.

"What do you want Kenny? I need sleep"

"Okay Princess, okay. Someone obviously woke up on the wrong side of the bed" he teased me.

"What do you want?" I repeated, switching topics.

"Well doll-face, I hooked you up with another deal"

"And you couldn't simply text me with that?"

"This is a bigger job and you'd be working around more people rather than by yourself"

"Okay but how does that make this a bigger job?"

"You work for lesser known artists, like underground artists all the time"

"Yes"

"This time, you'll be working for a more mainstream artist"

"Who?"

"Sean Anderson"

"Who?"

"You know, the rapper"

"Do you mean Big Sean?"

"Yeah. Him"

"How do you not know who he is? You know if I told Katara this it would only solidify her idea that you live under a rock " I laughed.