"Spinner," Hazel said," Run the music until I get back."
"Where are you going?"
"Got to pick up my friends."
He rolled his blue eyes," Your friends need a car..."
"And you need braces," Hazel retorted, walking out the back door of the DJ booth of the club. She worked at the hottest club in New York City, The Cazzette. She was also a music producer, very experienced but worked as a ghost producer. Helping people was one thing she loved to do but having her name put there under them when she didn't want it to be wasn't what she wanted. But besides being a DJ, she wrote lyrics, danced, drew and had become a small time vocal coach to her friend Kiaria. She was the bread winner of the house she lived in and most nights she didn't come home until one. It was hectic but it was worth it. A lavish life with friends but she wasn't complete. She wanted and needed love but not just anyone. She wanted a tall, thin, funny brunette with a voice of an angel. In other words, Mariah Carey. Sure, it was a long stretch but she was pretty close. Hazel saw the well known woman laughing with her friend Josephine in the V.I.P bar in club a few times. Hazel had a chance but that was enough day dreaming, she needed to pick up her friends. One got fired and the other—let's just say that it happened at least five times a month.
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"Jeez," Hazel remarked, opening the door to her 2012 Hummer with a black matte paint job with golden rims and bumper. With tan leather seats, it smelled of vanilla cupcakes...Hazel rolled her eyes. Kiaria always loved to smelled delicious, cause she had the boys coming back for a taste. Hazel wouldn't admit but Kiara was amazing, both inside and out. Personality, voice and looks...not that her looks really defined her but you get the idea. She was a very pleasurable woman.
"I love Kiara but I'm not try'na have Mariah look at me weird when my car smells like vanilla cupcakes when I'm supposed to be the man in the relationship." Hazel said, quickly starting the car. The radio blinked to life, it was currently on her Drive playlist. With a smirk, she pressed play and turned it all the way. The bass of The Distance featuring Ty Dolla $ign started playing. The bass was felt throughout the car, Hazel leaned back in her seat with one hand on the steering wheel as she bobbed her head. She sped through the streets of New York City, weaving through traffic and going a little over the speed limit. After three more Mariah Carey songs played, she finally made it to Snak Run. Kiara stood there, waiting in a typical 'I hate my job' ensemble. A royal pink T-shit with a hoodie and white sleeves, jeans and purple converses. On her back was a small, gold backpack. Hazel already knew what was inside without trying. A pen, a small red lyric book, her phone, a silver Iphone 8 Plus and a switch knife. A pink one with her name engraved into the blade.
