My name is Meghan I'm thirty-four years old. I'm a female rapper, I've been working solo, but I've been trying to get a record deal. When I go to Detroit to perform in my best friends club, what happens when I meet rapper Eminem, and Love meets Fame...
Tonight's there's a party, and Marshall is making me go so I'm currently getting ready for the night. I'm wearing a light blue crop, with light blue shorts, and white heels with a ankle strap. I put on winged eyeliner, nude lipstick, and a gold flower necklace. Once I slipped on my shoes, and was ready to go there was a knock on the door that leads to Marshall's bedroom. Before I can say anything Marshall walks in.
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"You ready?" Marshall asks.
"Yes" I say, and walk out of the hotel room. I picked up my phone, and called Drake.
(Phone Call:
Drake:Hey Maegan, what's up?
Maegan:Nothing really, whatcha doing?
Drake: Nothing much, just chilling. Oh hey, do you still want me to come to your mixtape release?
Maegan:If you can that'd be great
Drake:I'm gonna call up my manager to talk to him about it, can I text you later?
Maegan: Yeah, go ahead
Drake:Aight, I'll text you later. Bye
Maegan: Bye)
Once I pressed the end call button someone twirled me around to face them. Marshall. I rolled my eyes, and continued to walk the opposite direction of him.
"Maegan stop" Marshall said.
"What?" I say pretty annoyed, and turn around facing him.
"Why are we doing this?" Marshall asks with an attitude.
"Really? Cause your dumbass thinks I cheated on you with Drake. Like really Marshall!" I start to yell.
"Calm down" Marshall says, and rolls his eyes.
"Don't tell me to fucking calm down! Marshall you need to stop acting like this, one day your cool, and the next day your calling me a slut. Get your shit under control then talk to me" I say, and with that I walk off.
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Music being blasted filled my ears as I walked into the party, I also smell patron, and I'm looking forward to getting some drinks. Marshall puts his hand on my shoulder, and shakes his head no to me. I roll my eyes, and someone giving out drinks asks me if I'd like a drink.
"I'd love some" I say, and take a glass off the tray taking sips. Marshall grunted, and walked off.
About an hour or two later I was definitely drunk, Marshall was obviously pissed off but, I don't care.
"Yo Maegan spit sum" Denaun said.
"Okeyyy!! Drop a beat" I said, and Denaun played a beat off of his phone. We were all in our little section in the party so Royce, Bizarre, Swifty, Denaun, Kuniva, and even Marshall bobbed their heads to the beat. Marshall watched my every move, but I shrugged it off.
"Umm Blow up World Star befo' rap, you already know that So Fresh Prince they about to bring the show back! Listening to Kilo, weekend cost a kilo Hair so long, I'm about to bring the fro backkk Phone call gotta say moshi moshi Boyfriend actin' all wishy-washy" I rapped, and pointed at Marshall. Marshall rolled his eyes while Kuniva, and Bizarre had their mouths wide open.
"It's your birthday, make it earthquake Fell in love with a guy like a mermaiddd!! That's a first date, nobody think about it, worst case Best case, we the front page, 10K on the first day Yeah, mothafucka, take your phone out To record this, ain't nobody can ignore this I'm more or less a moral-less individual Making movies with criminals, tryin' to get them residuals When it all go crazy, when I hear that action, I'm a be Scorsese" I rapped, and then held my phone vertical filming two girls drunk fighting on the floor.
"Boy hold it horizontal man, be professional" I rapped finishing the freestyle. I slapped my head, and turned my phone sideways.
"She is the coolest! How many people can pull off a freestyle like that drunk? Give me a high five" Denaun said, and we tried to high five but I missed.
Everyone went to their conversations, and I decided I wanted to go to dance. I got up from my seat wobbling a bit as I tried to walk, but got over to where Marshall was sitting, and pulled him by his wrist.
"What?" Marshall asked annoyed.
"Cmon, let's danceee!" I said excited, and dancing in one spot.
"Whatever" Marshall said, and let me take him to the dance floor.
"I just need one dance" I said then Marshall, and I started dancing.
Maybe I'm pretty stupid while I'm drunk, Denaun, and Royce told me everything when I woke up this morning with a hangover. Anyways when I was told about my stupid mistakes, I made a song called one dance. Honestly I hate how Marshall's acting, hopefully he'll hear the songs on my mixtape, and think about everything. The song one dance is finished, I recorded it through my laptop setup.
My mixtape is just my feelings I guess, and It's called These Things Happen. The cover is a picture of me wearing a white button down half into my black jeans, half out. It might be my best mixtape I've made, it has songs like Dangerous Woman, 3005 a song I wrote about Marshall, Out My Mind, Only, I Don't Fuck With You, One Dance, and my favorite Me, Myself & I.
Tonight we're flying to New York! The next stop on the monster tour. Royce, Denaun, and I might go ride down to Manhattan while the shows going on Saturday. Seems like a dope plan. I took a shower early this morning, and made sure I had everything in my bags. I'm wearing a oversized New York Mets baseball jersey with black shorts underneath, and white Nike Air Force 1's. I placed my white sunglasses on my place, put my phone in my hand, and grabbed my bags then walked out of my hotel room.
"Maegan" Marshall says, stopping me.
"Yes?" I ask.
"Yo! Can we talk!?" Marshall says with a really bad attitude.
"We have to get on a plane to New York, don't wanna be late" I say, and walk off.
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