Imagine getting a call that YOU were chosen to be signed to a record label. Also imagine having to stop your reality just to become someone and something you're not. Having fame is not easy and some people regret making that decision.
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I stood close to Tryce as we entered the club. It was packed, full of people that I'd never seen before. Publicists, producers, other artists and just people that stopped what they were doing to come support me.
The music was loud, pulsating to be exact.
We walked over to the VIP section part of the club. The area was clean and empty, just how I requested. I didn't want anyone over here but Tryce, Jakari, and I.
It was just the beginning of the event. I didn't want to do too much but there was a bottle of Hennessy on the table and I needed a little liquor courage to get me through the night.
Tryce popped open the bottle, I tilted my head back and let him pour it into my mouth. The strong sour and vile liquid, burning my throat and tongue.
I wiped the corners of my mouth and proceeded to do the same to him.
"Damn, how y'all gone get lit without ya' boy?" Jakari's voice made me turn my head, slowly putting my bottle down.
He had a girl on his side. She was pretty, her tawny-colored skin, full lips, and those gorgeous hazel eyes caught my attention.
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I'd never been a hating ass bitch. She was gorgeous, and if she makes my friend happy then we won't have any issues.
She looked familiar but I couldn't really put my finger on it. I wasn't gonna let that distract me
