I. Tamara

Chapter 25: Epilogue

I sat in the office as I twirled the pen around my fingers. They kept speaking about signing us to the label. I jotted down a few notes as Rashad kept negotiating with them. He's kind of my manager and producer. A few weeks ago we got a call from Def Jam Records who had got a hold to my songs. Now, we're in this meeting about me signing with them and I'm actually considering it.

"You have an amazing sound which is unique and then your voice is great," They told me as I nodded.

"Well, I know we're here to talk about me, but," I paused while pulling Rashad's demo that I made out of my purse and placed it on the table as they took it, "I would like for you to hear his music,"

"Baby, what the hell are you doing," He asked in a whisper.

"You deserve this," I smiled at him then squeezed his hand.

They put it into the CD player as Rashad's voice began to fade in on "No Love". His face turned a faint red as his high notes filled the room. The song finished a few minutes later and everyone began to clap.

"Print up another contract. We want to sign them both," The CEO said with a smile.

I grasped onto his hand as we both looked at each other with smiles on our faces. I wanted to kiss him, but they don't know that we're dating and we'd like to keep it that way until we're famous and then people can know he's mine. They passed the papers to us both as I read over them then signed my name. Rashad did the same then we passed them in.

1 year later...

I continued to sing into the mic on the stage. "When I try to explain it I be sounding all crazy. The words don't ever come out right I get all tongue tied and twisted. I can't explain what I'm feeling," I sung while hitting every note. I finished up the song then blew kisses to all my fans. "Good night everyone," I yelled into the mic as I walked toward the back of the stage.

I sighed. The bus ride to Houston is taking forever. Currently, I'm on tour with Kendrick Lamar, Rashad, Schoolboy Q and Tinashe. My music career took off in this past year. Honestly, I thought it would've took years to get where I'm at, but as my team told me, if you put your mind to it and you have the talent, you can do it. I'm one of the number one artists along with Rashad. It's very challenging because everyone compares us to each other and since we're dating, the competition is most definitely there. Like if his song sells more than me, he teases me for a bit which results into me not giving him any. I'm working on my album right now which is almost done. I just need one good song, but Rashad is supposed to be writing that. Our relationship has been going great, but of course we argue about these groupies and other things, but it hasn't gotten to the point where I would leave him. I love my little Grumpy Cat too much. Speaking of him, he began to call me on facetime. I answered it as his smiling face appeared on the screen.

"Hey, Grumpy Cat," I said with a giggle.

"Hey, baby," He said while smiling.

"What's up," I asked trying to make small talk.

"I just wanted to see your beautiful face and I finished your song," He said making me blush.

"You know how to say the right stuff, but let me hear it," I smiled.

"Nope. You can hear it later," He laughed.

"Oh. Ok," I said with a bit of an attitude.

"Baby don't be like that," He whined while moving the camera out where I could see his bare chest.

"Nuh-uh. Don't even try it. That might work on them other hoes, but not me," I said while giggling.

"Yet you giggled. Ok, but I gotta go. Love you,"

"Love you too," I kissed the camera then hung up the call.

I walked around the tour bus then climbed up into the bunk and laid down. I'm so tired. I shut my eyes as sleep took over.

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I pulled at his afro as he carried me onto his back.

"You gon quit abusing me," He stated with a laugh.

"Better me than you," I giggled then rolled my eyes as paparazzi covered the entry way. We pushed pass them and entered the skating rink. He squatted down so I could climb off of his back. I grabbed his hand as he laced our fingers together then we walked toward the tables where we would be signing autographs. I know what you're wondering. Why a skating rink and not some big fancy place? Well, me ad Rashad like to do surprise appearances. Sometimes it can mess with our money, but we have more than enough and we love our fans.

I began to sit down, but Rashad dragged me toward the little stage. I was confused until he got down onto one knee then pulled out a black box. Tears swelled up into my eyes as I realized what he was about to do. They gave him a mic as he popped the box open and a big heart shaped diamond ring sparkled at me.

"Tamara, will you marry me," He asked as his face turned red.

I nodded my head quickly. "Yes! Yes!" I exclaimed as he slipped the ring onto my finger and stood up as I leaped onto his torso while wrapping my arms around his waist then passionately kissing his lips. I pulled back before it got out of hand and looked around and noticed so many cameras out with their flash. I swear, everyone was here. I love this guy so much.

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Ending.... Second book will be called Industry, so look out for it. I'll work on it sometime in June after I do alot of brainstorming and then I have to find someone to make me a bomb cover photo. It gotta be bomb as fuck *young papi voice* Kmsl. Jk, but if you're good at making cover photos or know anyone can, hit me up.