Spin off from My Bad Ass White Boy.
Tiana Harrison is a shy girl on campus. Most people don't really know she exist because she's so quiet. The funny thing is that she's a very talented singer with a heavy musical background. She wants to share her...
A/n: was hella bored today so I wrote a little something that came from the space in my chest that is consumed of a black hole. I was half sleep while I was proof reading this chapter. Not perfect editing though so beware. Enjoy. -----------
Tiana
2 weeks later and I'm still in LA. The label decided to move me out here in Hollywood in a penthouse. Jesus all they can afford is damn penthouses. I can't complain though.
So far, I've recorded five songs for my new EP. They released No Filter and gotten a million views on YouTube within three days. Still can't complain.
"Get up." Sean ripped the damn sheets off my body. I instantly started to shiver. I chose this night to sleep in just panties. I came home late from the studio and was too tired to look for a big tee shirt.
"Jesus Sean." My back was facing him so he wouldn't see my tatas.
"Nope don't blame the cold on me. You wanted to keep it below freezing in here, now you're gonna pay for it. Now get up, you have a interview." He threw my towel at me.
I forgot to mention Sean is my new manager now. He knew what was best from the songs I sing, to the clothes I wore, to the food I eat, he controls it all. I'm glad he's doing it instead of some random.
"With who?" I faced him. He's gay. He can't get turned on by my chest.
"Oh girl Imma need you to put your tittes away. You're making me straight." I stand corrected. He shield his eyes. I didn't know he was gonna barge in my crib and rip the sheets off.
"Teaches you not to rip my blanket off of me." I said. "Who's interviewing me?"
"It's a surprise." He said with a smirk. "Also, you're coming to the club with me tonight."
"No I can't go to a gay club again. Too many lesbians cat calling me isn't the look." He laughed. "Nothing against them but I like men."
"No we're going to a normal people club." I let out a breath of relief. "I need you to stop moping around your apartment, writing songs or singing songs to make me feel butthurt. I listened too much Taylor Swift when I was younger." I snickered. "Don't judge."
"I can't help it."
"You're songs are bops though."
"You're too kind."
"Now get up, we have a interview to be at in 45 minutes and you take too long getting ready."
----------------------- "Damn bish, you look mighty fine. That ass though." Sean twirled me around and slapped my ass. He walked me into the radio station's building.
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