IN WHICH, Samira Langston, a single
mother and rising R&B star, clashes
with superstar Chris Brown. Their
rocky start turns into a powerful
connection as they navigate fame,
love, and personal demons.
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THIRD PERSON. Brown Residence—Tarzana, California.
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There was something about Halloween that Samira had loved since she was just a girl. Maybe it was the music, all of the sugary candy she would collect by the end of the night, or all the cool costumes she got to wear. But now that she was an adult, it was all the more fun because she got to decorate her house. Since she had already decorated her house, she offered to decorate Chris's as well since he was lame and didn't want to.
About two weeks ago while Chris was at some sort of meeting with his label, Samira took it upon herself to rent a shit ton of blow-up decorations for his front yard. There was a huge spider, a clown and a zombie that looked like it was crawling from the ground in his front yard. And now, she was watching proudly as her security was hanging up skeletons from Chris's roof
"What in the hell is you doin'?" A familiar voice spoke from behind Samira, causing her to jump slightly and turn around quickly. Chris took his sunglasses off, and gestured towards all of the new decorations in his front yard in confusion.
"Decoratin' your house." She said innocently, turning around completely to face him. "Wasn't spooky enough for me." Chris looked between his girlfriend, and her security guard on the ladder, an amused look on his face.
"Why ain't you ask for my help?" He asked with a smile on his face, as Samira naturally wrapped her arms around his waist. "Since when do I need your permission?"
"Um, since it's my house?" He chuckled softly as he mirrored her actions, his arms finding their spot around her waist as well. Samira smiled up at him, "Well...Can I decorate your house then?"
