𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊,
stormi evans is the
biggest female r&b
singer on the planet.
with the fame and
success, such tragic
events in her life
take place. watch the
story of an r&b legend
from the beginning
of time till her deepest...
❛ no matter how you feel deep down it's never to late to get help ❜
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' 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝟏𝟐, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐 ' studio twenty six — miami, fl
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"Aye, you remember when we first met?" DeVante questioned, breaking the silence between the two of them in the empty, but music filled studio.
It was a month shy of Thanksgiving when Stormi arrived back in the gloomy city of New York since her long awaited trip in Los Angeles. For the past three months straight she'd worked with Michael and Teddy, day and night creating the perfect theme for Michael's upcoming album. While Michael was off in the UK for a performance, Stormi took the time to fly out to New York to meet everyone at Uptown Records and have a board meeting for the works of her debut album.
Anxious was the least of how she felt, it was exiting and nerve racking at the same time. One of the interns by the name of Sean gave Stormi a quick tour of the headquarters. As they made their way towards the entrance they came in contact with four individuals who sat on a sofa across from Andre Harell's desk.
"Guys, I want you to meet Stormi Evans. This is who I was talking about earlier, she's a fantastic songwriter. Stormi this is K-Ci, JoJo, Dalvin, and DeVante." All ten pair of their eyes met causing the boys to give a gentle wave and Stormi returned their gestured with a small smile.
"It's nice to meet you . . all of you. Hopefully, we can hit the lab and work on something." Stormi assured, earning a nod from the tallest member who's eyes were covered with dark sunglasses.
"I thought you were so stuck up." DeVante laughed, breaking Stormi's flashback as he inhaled the chronic that fell in between his ring-filled fingers.
"Stuck up?" Stormi gasped. "I barely said four words to y'all."
"You're demeanor was strong as hell, plus Andre has told us you was working with Michael. I was like 'oh yeah, she gonna think she the shit."
"That wouldn't make me stuck up, opportunities like that humble you." Stormi corrected him.
DeVante hummed, causing them to both burst out in laughter. "We bout' high as hell, huh? Aye . . I was meaning to ask you, did you write last night. I heard you singing in you're dressing room?"
Stormi sat quietly tapping the skin that was revealed through her distressed jeans. "Yeah, but it's personal, ain't nothing I'm gonna release."
"That's the point of healing, y'know want I'm sayin? How you suppose to be better if you holding on to pain. You can fool everyone else, but I know you got stuff tucked inside of you. I saw you make you're first album and some of them songs you went hard in."
Stormi signed loudly, she wasn't ready to lay her feelings out just yet. The past five years had been tough, losing her mother, grandmother, and aunt, the media criticizing her every movement, and the identity-crisis that caused her to call off her engagement to someone who truly loved her for being herself and wasn't looking for anything other than trust, love, and companionship, was somewhat sending her over the edge little by little.
"C'mon na' you do this for a living, damn you forgot you was a songwriter?" DeVante chimed, pushing Stormi's shoulder causing her to send him a death glare.
"I-I you know what, fine. I'll record the song just for you, don't you always get you're way?"
Blowing air from his mouth, DeVante's lips curled into a bright smile. "I'm DeVante Swing, baby! Of course I do."
Three hours later, they laid a powerful up-temp ballad titled, "Let Me Live." It was letter straight from Stormi to all of her struggles and the media. It gave her a sense of peace and confidence as she realized her power and talent could potential heal her wounds from the past. But unfortunately it didn't work out that way, Stormi's behavior seemed to grow more and more out of control. Her normal parting schedule became more and more occasional. The marijuana became laced with cocaine and her drinking was more frequent. As time went by she fell further and further from the Stormi Evans everyone knew and fell in love with.
Do I have the sight To face what I gotta see Do I have this strength To fight my insecurities Can't hold my breath think I'm losing control What's left in my ambitious is fading slow Do I have the strength To get where I need to go
Does anybody need me? Does anybody feel me? This ain't what I need Wish I could be A little bit braver A little more sooner A little more cooler
There's something in, something inside of me Something in, something inside of me Screaming over Let me live out loud Oh-woah Let me live let me live
