Tap Tap Tap the sound of five inch stilletos hitting the sidewalk was all you heard. The wind was blowing hard and the short minni dress that Rose decided to wear didn't help anything. As she rounded the corner the familiar street comforted her and she reached her apartment. The place wasn't big and the outside wasn't exactly welcoming but to her it was home. She leaned her back against the wall and sighed. After 2 years of living in New York all she had to show for it was a crappy apartment and a few blogs. Her life was going nowhere and she was depressed. Internally she sighed and grabbed a perfectly made blunt and lit it up. Her red hair falling into her face as she slumped down into the weakend chair. She blew the smoke out slowly as she watched the New York Skyline. The door closed behind her loudly by Abel.Abel was from Canada and had three mixtapes out all of them featuring Rose."I got some good news"Rose just took another drag. "That song birthday cake you have well Chris Brown wants to be on the remix." As Abel came around the old ragedy chair he looked Rose dead in the face." Well Drake called and he wants you on that song 'Crew Love'" The chair buckled as Rose stood up in all her 5'7 glory. She took a shaky breath this was what she was waiting for. Her one shot at fame her one shot to get noticed. She had to get to it before the drugs got to her.
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House of Balloons
Teen FictionRose was only 16 when she was thrown into the world of music an all the problems that came along with it. Abel who was 18 was a struggling artist who came from Canada and wouldn't sign with a label unless he could promote his own music. As two strug...
