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❝ MIA CARTER ❞ 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟯
THE BUSINESS CARD BURNED A metaphorical hole in mia's hoodie pocket for three days every time she thought about texting pharrell her fingers hovered over her phone screen before she lost the nerve
what if it was just a moment for him? what if he doesn't even remember me? the questions nagged at her until it was almost unbearable
on the fourth day mia sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, guitar resting against her knees, her phone clutched in her hands
she had drafted three different texts one was too formal, the other too eager, and the last too vague
finally she typed something simple
"hey pharrell, it's mia from the open mic just wanted to say thank for the opportunity. If the studio invite is still open I'd love to stop by."
she hovered over the send button for another ten seconds before inhaling deeply and tapping it
the message was gone now all she could do was wait
her nerves hit like a tidal wave. What if she'd waited too long? What if he had already moved on to another project?
she chewed her lip and set her phone down trying not to stare at it like it was a lifeline
two minutes later her phone buzzed
"yo mia, glad you hit me up. pull up to the studio tomorrow at 2 pm I'll send the address"
mia blinked at the message he remembered. and he responded fast. her stomach fluttered as excitement mixed with anxiety
THE NEDT DAY mia arrived at the studio in downtown LA, nerves buzzing through her limbs it was tucked away on the second floor of a nondescript building, and if she hadn't double-checked the address three times, she might have missed it
a sleek black sign read star trak studios in minimal letters—discreet but cool just like pharrell
she hesitated outside the door before finally stepping in
the interior smelled of incense and new leather and the low hum of music played through the speakers
gold plaques lined the walls—hits pharrell had produced over the years
his fingerprints were on everything from hip-hop to pop and it made her feel even more nervous to be standing here
a door swung open and there he was pharrell dressed effortlessly in a gray hoodie, baggy jeans, and his signature trucker hat
