Ms. Carter [DISCONTINUED]

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I've been in my bed for the past two days sketching. New sunglasses and colorful furs. Shoes are easy. I don't really have to think much about that. I made a few versions of the furs along with fur parkas, along with replaceable fur collars and hats.

With the time I've had being in my bed for two days, I've watched the whole season of 13 reasons why. It's such a sad story but it was kind of stupid. Like why did Hanna keep hanging out with the boys? Like have you never seen a single lifetime movie. I'm not saying that the whole thing was her fault but I just wish that she would have told Clay how she felt.

But the worst part about the show was that my favorite character died. The cutest, most innocent character died. JEFF ATLIMS DESERVED BETTER, OK! He was so sweet and precious and nice. Like why did he have to die? And it was all because of Sheri! And I wish Hannah would have told someone.

I have two days left until my deadline, so it's time to go find my artist. I roll out of bed and grab my phone. I open Twitter and tweet something really quick.

Within a few seconds, the tweet goes viral and everyone is commenting, Retweets and likes increase quickly.

I get dressed to speak to my artist. I want to look professional, not like in some young kid. I wear a pair of cream louboutins and slacks with a white frilly shirt and a trench coat. I put on a pair of large Dior sunglasses and take my small Hermes Birkin.

I look like a boss bitch CEO. I take a last look in the mirror before going downstairs. My family is siting at the kitchen table eating.

"You look nice! Where are you going?" Mom asks.

"To talk to my soon-to-be new artist" I say grabbing a smoothie of the counter and leaving.

I head to the club/coffee shop we said we would meet at. The club isn't that far from my house but it's towards downtown. I see her chrome Range Rover when I pull up to park. I get out and pull my bag onto my arm as I walk in. I see her sitting at few feet away from the counter. I walk up and sit my purse on the table.

"Hey" I smile as she stands to hug me.

"Hey, it's so good to see you" she says.

My new artist is Pia Mia. We went to school together since I was 12. She's a year older than me so she graduated last year. She use to sing in all of the talent shows and now she's looking for representation. She's a star. And I need her.

"So the deal is that if I find my dad an artist, I'll finally get signed. If anyone deserves a record deal, it's you. You were the best singer in the school and I believe in you" I say.

"You don't understand how much that means to me. Thank you so much Houston" She says.

"Call me Four" I say.

"So what do you get out of this?" She asks.

"I also get a record deal. It's a win-win situation" I say.

"Cool" She asks.

"Now, when my dad hears your voice and is blown away, you'll be signed leading me to get signed. You'll be booking shows and events soon. You need a manager" I say.

"Who's your manager?" She asks.

"My grandmother" I say.

"Mrs Tina Lawson?" She asks.

"Yes baby" I snap at her.

"Why can't you be my manager?" She whines.

"Because I have to run lines, record tracks, rehearse, build my brand, and start writing my album" I say, "You need to choose someone you can trust".

"I'll get on it" she stands.

"Meet we at the studio in two days to meet my dad, ok?" I ask.

"Ok, I'll see you then" she grabs her coat and leaves.

I was just about to follow her out when my phone stared buzzing. I turned on my lock screen to see a thread of tweets. I open Twitter and see a bunch of tweets like "OMG", "Relationship goals", "he actually answered", and "#JeffAtkinsgotbetter". I go to the home page and refresh the screen. The words on the screen don't even make sense as I read them to myself over and over.

I quickly type back.

This has been the best day ever.