after the split of the girl group, "aubrey's angels," rising star karianah hayes is thrust into the spotlight, navigating the challenges of becoming a solo artist. with tensions high and old friendships crumbling, karianah's world is turned upside d...
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thursday, 11:15 am 📍soulful records studios.
It's the week we've all been waiting for, and nerves are running high. The energy in the studio is electric as Mariah, Ariel, Summer, and I sit in the lounge, going over our schedules for the solo album releases. It's surreal, knowing that after all the hard work, sleepless nights, and endless hours spent perfecting every note, our music is finally about to be out in the world.
Richard, our manager, stands by the door, phone in hand, pacing back and forth with a frustrated look on his face. He's been trying to reach Camille for the last thirty minutes, but, as expected, she's MIA.
"Has anyone heard from her today?" Richard asks, running a hand through his hair. His voice is tight, trying to remain calm, but the frustration is clear.
We all exchange glances, and Mariah rolls her eyes. "It's Camille. She'll show up when she feels like it, or when the cameras are on."
Ariel sighs, leaning back in her chair. "She's probably busy trying to make a dramatic entrance."
Summer lets out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. "That girl really knows how to make everything about herself."
I don't say anything, but inside, I'm not surprised either. Camille's always been unpredictable, and after everything that's happened between us, I've learned not to expect much from her.
Richard sighs, clearly fed up. "Well, we don't have time to wait around for her. We've got interviews lined up all week, and I need to make sure everyone's prepared. If she doesn't show up soon, she's on her own."
I glance down at my phone, silently grateful that we've made it this far without Camille derailing things again. I focus on the positive—the release of my album, the music I poured my heart into. This is my moment, our moment.
Richard sighs, clearly trying to keep his composure as he starts talking about the plan for the week. He barely gets a few sentences out before the door swings open with a loud thud, interrupting him. The energy in the room shifts immediately.
Camille, dressed to the nines as usual, strides in with a smug expression on her face. "I had something very important to take care of." She announces, her voice loud enough to echo through the room.
A shadow looms behind her, signaling she's not alone, but I can't see who it is yet. She never knows how to enter a room quietly or without making everything about her.
"Richard, girls," Camille continues, her tone dripping with arrogance, "I know you've all been dying to hear what I've been up to. Let me tell you, it's something really special. My album is already incredible, but I wanted to take it up a notch. So..." She pauses dramatically, glancing around the room to make sure everyone's paying attention. "I brought in someone who helped make it even more special. Someone very close to me."
Richard pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly fed up. "Camille, can we move this along? We don't have all day."
Ignoring his irritation, Camille gestures toward the door with a smug grin. "Ladies and gentlemen, meet my new songwriter, the one and only... Serayah."
