Dear Michael,
Your going to hate me for this but I left again. Don called me and its official I got signed to Roc Nation. You probably don't care but I just thought that this time you deserved an explination. I promise you i wont come back, I won't call you, text you, or even listen to the messages you leave on my phone. You deserve better and I just cant give you that.
XO
-Rose
Michael held the paper in his hands and looked at it once again. He could still smell the lingering scent of cinnamon that Rose always seemed to smell like. It had been 6 lonely months but he had moved on. The heartache didn't last as long because he knew that she was going to leave so when she left it never really hurt. He slid the note back into his pants and adjusted his snapback the careless world tour was around the corner and after months of the album getting pushed back he was ready to go.
" Tyga you are needed on the set in 20. Can we get make-up and hair in here please?"
" Ty, isnt this exciting! The OFFICIAL Rack city video is going down right now!" Honey was exstatic Her mentor and boss was taking off. All you heard on the radio was Rack City or Make It Nasty and once the actual CD dropped it was going to be madness.
" Honey calm down you bout to pee in your pants and shit." Tyga ducked his head as a gold painted pillow came his way.
" Shut the hell up."
" Tyga where is he? we need to get this shoot going." The director's assisstant was going crazy
" Trell go handle that."
" A nigga's job is never done." The shoot looked like fun but it was going to be a very long day.
" Take one. We are on the set of You Da One by Rose and Action!" She was having fun. The bright lights were beaming down on her and she was lip singing her heart out.
"Cut! That's a Rap"
"Yeah!" Rose was have having the time of her life she quickly went back to the dressing room to get changed into more comfortable attire.
"Did you here Tyga is here filming his Rack City video. Do you think we can make it?" Rose quickly stopped even the mention of his name still had an affect on her.
"Hell yeah we just gotta hurry." Rose watched the two little girls hurry and run off. She bit her lip questioning wether or not she should drop by his music video shoot. By the time she put on her sweats and had her shades on her mind was set. She was going to see how Michael was doing.
"Hey Rose, great shoot. Where are you going?" Rose looked back at Don and just smiled.
"I'm going to go celebrate imma call you later bae." Rose smiled and rushed out the studio finding the set wasn't hard she just had to follow the crowd of barely legal teens.
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"Damn Portland y'all live as fuck! OVOXO 'til we fucking overdose!" Abel looked at the crowd barely being able to tell one face from another. He was on a natural high and even the best weed couldn't make him feel this good.
"Did you see them tonight! That was live!"
"Abel every damn concert nigga what you on?"
"Life." Everybody laughed at him. His poor attempt to be deep only lasted about 5 mins.
" I don't care what anyone says i'm always gonna fuck with Portland."
"Yeah yeah whatever man as long as it looks like Rose you'll fuck it."
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH he just balled you bro."
"Shut the fuck up Rich." Abel and his team kicked back in the dressing rooms. For the first time in a long time things were going his way and he was damn sure wasn't complaining.
I KNOW I KNOW IM SUCH A BUMB BOOOO KEN YOU SUCK. YADA YADA YADA :P I ACTUALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS STORY BECAUSE I WAS WORKING ON MY OTHER STORY L.A. BANGING. I'VE ALWAYS HAD THAT STORY IM JUST WAY TOO SCARED TO TYPE IT :X SORRY FOR THE WAIT :)_
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House of Balloons
Novela JuvenilRose 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...