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Chapter 2_Movin' to Detroit

Movin' to Detroit ~

Drake's POV

"What you gonna tell dad about that, ha ha, cause your daddy's little girl, daddy's little girl."
My aggravating older brother said singing along to the song Daddy's little girl by Frida from Empire.

I put out a sarcastic laugh, for his unamusing come back, "Ha ha okay now you try'na be like Frida, nigga just stay on your fucking monotonous raps." I smirked at my own come back.

Me and my older brother Carl argue all the time, about the same thing, and the same thing is about whose more famous. Aye I have to give it to him his famous, but he shouldn't be obnoxiously chesty about it.

He roll his eyes, and said rubbing his chin self conceitedly, "But at least I got the fame and the looks." See what I mean by obnoxiously chesty. Before I could shoot back, I was interrupted by my dad, who abruptly walked to his office door carrying a pile of paper, and plumping it to his desk. "Aye you two ladies, should stop arguing and seat your asses down on the couch, cause we need to have a little chit chat." He said as he sat on his chair, propping his feet on the desk.

'What now' I inwardly say to myself as I plopped myself in to the fury cushion.

"Drake I want to test you." My dad says motioning his pen towards me. I raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you mean, by testing me."

He retorted licking his bottom dry lip, "We both know you can rap, make some dope ass beats and something's things that are related to music making." I smirked at Carl, as I nodded to my dad complimenting at my natural endowment, he put out the middle finger, ignoring the presence of my dad.

"Aye no vulgarity in my office." He said sternly, motioning the pen from me to Carl. He muttered something under his breath, which I was not capable of hearing.

My dad continued, pointing his pen back to me, "Drake I have to give it to you, your really good as a rapper and also as a music producer, and I eminently admire you for that, but what I wanna know is, are you capable of discovering a talented singer or rapper, just like me and your brother can."

Carl scoffed, putting his arm over the couch, "Yeah Drake can you?" I rolled my eyes at him, and responded to my fathers question nonchalantly, "Psst that's effortless."

My brother said shaking his head, "Its easy as said than done lil bruh." Quoting Eazy E's song Eazy does it. My dad nodded agreeing with Carl, "Carl is right, you don't know how hard it could be, so that's why I'm letting you find one, first imma send you Detroit, Michigan and you gone find your talented musician, and after four month you bring that person here to Atlanta, and he or she will perform in my show." He explained.

I was all in thoughts, when he explained what he wants me to do. There were to much questions in my head.

Shall I leave Atlanta for four month, bailing out my friends form school, departing from my ma and dad, don't really give a damn about my brother,and also
leaving my great reputation here?

Or leave everything here for only just a few month?