𝐖𝐓𝐃𝐑.

004.

' 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝟏, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟑 '
new year's eve celebration ━━
santa monica, california !

"This is your very first event and you're gonna see some very important industry people. You're gonna have photos being taken of you from every angle- whether you're paying attention or not. And they're gonna ask you questions, some you may be willing to answer, some you may not. But that's where a publicist comes in handy so you might wanna think about getting one. And lastly, but certainly not least, do not let them run over you. Just meditate and it should be a breeze."

Michel'le's words echoed through my head as I sat down, allowing the MUA's to do my makeup. It was the day of the New Year's Eve celebration at The Hangar in Santa Monica and it was nerve wrecking to say the least. I was asked to debut as well as perform my very first single "Sex in the Rain" and I felt as if I was shitting bricks.

"Could you be still, ma'am? You're making it very difficult to apply the blush on your canvas." One of the ladies asked with a hint of attitude in her voice. Old Mika would've just let her talk down on me and not say a single word but this was the new Mika and I wasn't having it.

"Last time I checked, you're getting paid to do my makeup not the other way around. So I'd suggest you watch your mouth or else I'll dock your pay." The words that spewed out of my mouth shocked me but it was already out in the open and I knew that I couldn't take it back.

"My apologies, ma'am." Her voice softened, causing me to instantly regret my behavior. Docking her pay was a little extreme especially since Suge was the one doing all of the paying around here.

But besides the attitude I had yet to get comfortable with, there was another thing that was gonna take a lot of getting adjusting to- My wardrobe. It did a major 360, meaning I traded in my casual outfits to a more erotic and sensual style. Lingerie and less revealing clothing was now my thing, it was my signature look.

"You're on in five, Ms. Richardson." I nodded my head but my anxiety was going through the roof. I couldn't figure out how to keep it cool, calm, and collected but there was no time for that.

The five minutes that were left went by faster than I could even comprehend but there was no turning back now. I glanced over at the television and saw the host on the stage.

"Alrighty, everyone. It's been such an amazing night and we've all mingled, ate some delicious food, and have been doing a great job at celebrating the New Year's that will be approaching us pretty soon. But now it's time for some performances from the successful label, Death Row!" Everyone cheered, whistled, and clapped their hands at the Host's statement.

"The first act from the label that will be showcasing her talent, is the upcoming female R&B sensation that is expected to dominate the music industry- give it up for Mika!" As soon as she ended my introduction, the claps became more and more louder as I walked behind my background dancers.

The slow melodic beat transpired throughout the whole room and once my feet hit that stage, all of my fear and anxiety went out of the window. I felt free and untouchable. My soothing vocals sent shockwaves to the microphone and the audience watched my every move but I wasn't intimidated at all.

Somewhere during the performance, The jacket I wore to cover up my surprise, came off and the crowd only riled up at the sight at every single curve my body possessed.