I should probably tell you a bit about me huh ...
Well I'm Y/N daughter of the newest big name in the music industry.
I love every and any kind of music there is, I'm 23 and still live in my dad's condo since he is never there.
I can appreciate an old Fleetwood Mac record as much as Beyoncé's lemonade.
I'm a professionally trained dancer and artist in my free time.
I take small jobs here and there with my dad ,but mostly just lay around the condo reading and writing lyrics to songs that will never make it off the paper.
My mother died a couple years ago so it's just me and my dad.
I'm very much single , and probably will always be .
I'm currently writing small poems on a notepad on the kitchen island, when my dad texted ,telling me he needs me to bring coffee for him and the photographer he is working with today.
I get my leather jacket from the couch ,where it was thrown a couple of hours before.
Slipping on my combat boots, I receive another text explaining their order and the address.
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I walk through the glass doors of the building, holding the two coffees in my hands ,trying not to show pain from how hot they are.
I pass by a woman at the front desk ,she seems to recognize me , and let's me go up the elevator without asking a question.
I'm greeted with a rush of energy.
Lights being moved from a backdrop to an other, the smell of hairspray rushing my nose like smoke in an old school bar.
I hear my dad's familiar loud voice, and make my way there .
He is standing there looking at his phone trying to keep a conversation going with who I presume is the photographer.
-papa I got the coffees you asked for ...
I say trying not to put attention on me .
- thanks sweetheart,put them on the table I can't drink right now the girls are here!
He says before rushing to god knows where.
I'm left to look around trying to find somewhere to sit without disturbing anyone else.
As I make my way towards an empty chair, I hear music being played and a beautiful dark haired girl dancing cutely with someone I can't see from my position .
YOU ARE READING
Your eyes, they tell a story. Dinah Jane /You
FanfictionY/N is the normal boring woman who spends too much time on social media. She has a powerful father in the music industry . She fell for an angel ...... She wants to treat her right.
