In Front of the Mic

Chapter Seven: Mama (Extended Chapter)

Tiffani POV

"So when did I become your musical advisor?"

I laughed as Em put the finishing touches on the third track. I swear he works me to the bone. I guess that's what I should expect from him though.

"Well, you do have an ear for rap. Who knows I might make you a ghost writer for this group I wanna sign. They gave good flows, but they need help in the creativity department."

"That job better come with a pay increase. I got bills Playboy."

"I hear ya. By the way, I direct deposited your paycheck to your bank account. I gave you a nice little bonus cause the song you did vocals on sold 3.5 million units in the US alone."

"Word? That's wassup. I might get a new car."

"I thought you loved your 'lil Camero."

"Yeah, but I feel like Callie gets lonely at night. She needs company. Ya know? Something manly... like a Bugatti or a Maybach."

"Whatever girl. I know you better get the fuck outta here if you wanna be on time for dinner with your mom."

"You right. I'll see you around Em."

He threw up the deuces as I walked out of the studio. I'd like to think of Eminem as the dad I always wanted. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad... wherever he was. But Em was the one who helped me through music school. He took me on as an apprentice in my Sophomore year, he taught me everything I needed to know about the industry. He even taught me a few life lessons.

I walked out of the studio and called Chris using the bluetooth in my car.

"Hey, you ready? I'm leaving the studio now."

"You're just leaving the studio? I thought you went as soon as you left thus morning."

"I did. Em bought hella studio time and made me work on three tracks cause we're so behind schedule. We're not even half way close to being caught up."

"Why?"

"Cause I was in New York. I couldn't work with the tracks like I needed to. Anyway are you ready or not?"

"Yeah, I think so. Was this supposed be a casual thing? Cause I'm wearing  a button up shirt and khakis."

"That's fine. I'm wearing a hoodie and jean shorts. With some hi top Nikes."

"Awww no fair I wanna be comfortable too! Wait I gotta go change."

"Man... don't nobody got time for you to be playing dress up. Yo ass better be out the door nigga. I'm around the corner from your house."

"Man fine, but imma complain the whole way there. These pants are riding up on me already."

"Whatever mitch. I'll see you soon."

I lied... I wasn't even close to Chris's house. I just didn't want him to take forever trying to find an outfit. I called my mom to remind her that I was coming over today

"Hey ma!"

"Girl you betta not be using your cell phone while driving. I ain't got time to be picking out caskets."

I laughed my momma was always so dramatic.

"Don't worry ma, my hands are on ten and two. I'm talking to you through the bluetooth in my car."

"Oh yo ass done got fancy. Ya moved to LA and got a talking car."

"Ma, you so crazy. It's not even like that. I'm still yo 'lil baby girl."