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❛ . . . COME TO DEATH ROW ! ❜
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in which a young californian native
gets signed to the most dangerous
record label known to mankind, a...
JEWELL POUNDED HER HEAD against the wall frustratingly, causing Mika to shake her head. "I hope you know that doing that won't get rid of your headache. No one told you to drink yourself silly. You can't compete with Kurupt and expect to win." She chuckled, keeping her eyes in the mirror as the makeup artist applied the blush on her structured cheekbones.
Jewell regretted day drinking because she was most definitely paying for it that evening. And it didn't help hearing all of the noise that was coming from outside. Fans were all over the vicinity and it was only getting hectic as the day progressed.
Her show was soon and she was beyond ready to get on stage and give it her all. "Kurupt was drinking as if his life depended on it." Jewell was in disbelief at how he chugged down all of that alcohol.
"But seriously, you can't resort to drinking in order to fix your problems because it won't help. Talk to the man, I personally think that you and him belong together. And I know that he loves you because of how crazy he went over you acting out." Mika turned her face to the side.
"You say it as if it's easy. I made a fool out of myself trying-"
"That's because he wasn't ready then, J. He was upset, which he had every right to be. If you feel in your heart that it's worth it, you'll fight for your love. Then you can live happily ever after.
"You should be a therapist. Giving all of this damn advice." Jewell smirked as she played with a loose strand of her hair. "I should be telling you the same thing. But it comes with experience. I was bound to pick up on lessons along the way." She looked into the mirror at the finishing touches of her makeup, approving of it.
"Since you think it's such a good idea to speak to him, I'll do it." She promised, interlocking her pinky with Mika's. She smiled, her eyes staring at the small picture of Amara that sat on the drawer.
"I miss my baby." Mika frowned, running her finger across the photo. "You have one more day then you'll be with her. You can hang in there, can't you?" Jewell asked, looking at her best friend intently.
