One Hell Of A Life

chapter thirty: comebacks.

Em POV:

"So, tell me, who is this Quadeca bitch?" I questioned Josh curiously. He and Freya were helping me with unpacking into my new place. I wanted everything perfect for Christmas.

Meanwhile, however, YouTube had finally got interesting again. Diss tracks were flying about left, right, and centre, and the most recent one on JJ was by a kid who calls himself Quadeca. He dropped a few bars about me in his latest track which is mainly a diss to JJ. Nevertheless, he mentioned me - and quite a lot at that, so first of all my brother's comeback would be extra savage, and second of all, my fans might finally get what they wanted from me.

A piece of music.

"He's eighteen, innit, so he has very little experience with, well, just YouTube in general." Josh began, "He also didn't know who he'd be dealing with when he went in on JJ."
"That's true." I sided with him.
"Or you, for that matter." He added.
"Are you suggesting that I make a track?" I raised an eyebrow, shuffling through a box of small ornaments, sat cross-legged on my new bed.

"Why not?" Josh grinned, pulling a large bag through the hallway. It was full of my clothes.
"Ehh... I don't really want to make another one after it." I made an excuse.
"You don't have to. Simon didn't, Vik didn't."
"That's because you can't reply to something as shit as what Deji produced." I cringed at the thought. "Also, he completely ignored Vik."
"That's true, but it always comes to a point when it has to stop. Like, with the whole NetNobody thing last year, JJ called it quits after just one diss track."

I took a while to think about this. Then, I dug my phone out of my pocket, tapped the screen a few times, and pressed it to my ear.
"Who you calling?" Freya asked, carrying my microwave through the kitchen doorway.
"Randolph. If I'm going to go back at Quadeca, I need to do it properly."

After three rings, the northerner picked up.
"Em?"
"Hi, how are you doing?" I chewed a nail.
"Great thanks. Why?"
"I sort of need your help..."
"Sure, what with?" His voice perked up.
"A track."
"Can you spit?"
"I'm JJ's sister - of course I can."
"You never know, you could've got Deji's non-existent talent." He chuckled.

"Nah, nah, nah. Not all about that." I couldn't help but smile.
"So are you in need of a beat? Lyrics?" Randolph questioned.
"You know all of the equipment that you use for recording music?"
"Yeah."
"That. And we might need to get a beat going, too." I suggested.
"Alright. I'm cool with whenever, Em, just give me a ring when you're thinking of coming. Will it be sometime today?" He said.
"Two secs..."

"JOSH!" I bellowed through my flat; he was now watching TV in the living room.
"WHAT?"
"COULD YOU GIVE ME A LIFT TO YOUR PLACE WHEN WE'RE DONE HERE?"
"FINE!" He replied.

"I'm assuming you heard that?" I placed the phone back near my mouth.
"Every word." Randolph laughed.
"I'll text you when we're on our way."
"Okay, cool. See you soon, then."
"Thank you, bye." I ended the call.

a/n:

short one - apologies. have loads in store, keep your eyes out :)

as always, thanks for reading.

lee x