_Lucas Coly_
I was in my living room having hella writers block. I didn't know why the fuck I couldn't get a single lyric in my notes on my phone. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door. I sighed.
"Come in!!" I shouted. In walked my crush/ my best friend.
"Bestfrann!!" She hollered and sat next to me. She snatched my snap back off my head and put it in her head but backwards.
"Wassuh." I spoke. I guess she sensed me being upset because she stopped all her hypeness and looked at me.
"What's wrong?" She asked. I groaned and she scooted closed to me.
"Tell Bestfrann.." she said with a smile. I smiled a little bit and handed her my phone.
"It's blank.." she spoke. I nodded.
"Exactly. I got writers block. I been sitting in this same spot since this morning. I can't get Shit outta my brain right now." She scoffed.
"Damn I knew your brain was empty but Ian know it was that empty." She said and giggled. I sucked my teeth. She never stop playing. She always playing. I snatched my phone.
"I'm not playing right now Dasia. You play to damn much." I said and stood up and walks into the kitchen. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed myself a cold bottle of water. She followed behind me.
"Oh my god. Lucas it was a joke." I stopped drinking and pointed to my frown.
"Does it look like I'm joking right now? Naw for real does it?" I asked. She walked closer to me and pushed my frown into a smile.
"Why yes. Yes it does." She said. I rolled my eyes and removed her hands from my face.
"You got serious problems." I spoke. She smiled harder.
"Actually you have problems. You're the one with writers block." She said. I glared at her. She covered her face.
"Gahdamn , your burning holes into my face nigga damn." She said. I scoffed and shook my head walking back to the couch.
"You don't take Shit serious." I spoke and I meant that she play much. I love her to death but she never stop. I'm as serious as a heart attack right now and she bullshitting. Why do I have a crush on her anyway?
"Okay. Okay. Okay. I'm done. Fr fr this time." She said and sat next to me.
"Your sure no ass?" I asked. She nodded.
"Of coarse no lyrics." She said and burst into a fit of giggles. She even fell on the floor. I just stared at her angrily. Seriously why do I like this girl.
"Iight that was the last one I swear." She promised.
"Whatever Dasia." I said and opened my notes again.
"Okay okay. I'm sorry Lucas." She said. I ignored her and thought about any type of song idea. Money? Naw. Everybody makes music about money and girls and cars and balling and Shit. I'm not a normal artist. I want to be compared to real rappers like J Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Chance the Rapper. Rappers who rap about something real. Someone real. Dasia moved closer to me and leaned her head on my shoulder.
"Can I help?" She asked. I looked down at her. She seemed genuine.
"And how would you help?" I asked. She shrugged.
"Ion know. Tell me and I might have sum up my sleeve." She said.
"I just need a topic and after that I got it. I need a song done by tomorrow and I ain't got nun at all." I explained. She looked at me, then back at my phone.
