Sabian 'Sire the Don' Savage is in the prime of his career, as his music is reigning on the top of the charts and the media will do anything to get close to the mogul. While in the public eye he has everything a man could want, a flourishing career...
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Kadence stepped through the double doors of the warehouse, her eyes growing wide at the controlled chaos unfolding inside. Crew members rushed around, barking orders, hauling equipment, and fussing over every little detail. Even this early in the morning, the energy was electric.
"Hi, excuse me, this is a private shoot," said a light-skinned woman with a clipboard, intercepting Kadence at the entrance.
"Oh, I know. I'm here for the video," Kadence answered, nodding.
The woman gave her a once-over, taking in Kadence's sweats and sneakers. "Are you part of the crew or something?"
"No, I'm the dancer. Kadence," she said, extending a hand.
Recognition flickered across the woman's face. "Oh, right. We need to get you to hair and makeup, then wardrobe," she said, spinning on her heels and power-walking away.
Kadence pulled her hand back, a little amused at the woman's briskness, and hurried to keep up.
"Hey, Tisha, I've got, um, Kennedy here, the dancer, so I need her glammed up and—"
"Kadence," she corrected gently.
"Sorry?"
"You called me Kennedy. It's Kadence."
The woman blinked, flustered. "My bad, must be the hour. Anyway, you'll get your hair and makeup done here, then wardrobe, then someone'll bring you to set."
"Sounds simple enough."
"Good. See you when you're a whole new person," the woman said, hustling off.
Tisha, the makeup artist, shot Kadence an apologetic smile. "Sorry about her, everyone's a little tense at this hour. Hope she didn't throw you off."
Kadence waved it off. "You're fine. I'm just here to work."
"Cool. Before we start, how do you feel about length?"
Kadence raised an eyebrow. "Length?"
Tisha grinned. "As in a wig. Would you mind?"
"Not at all. If it fits the vibe, I'm game."
"Perfect." Tisha quickly picked a curly wig that framed Kadence's face just right and got to work.
As Tisha worked, Kadence looked around the cavernous, dim space. She couldn't picture how this warehouse was going to set the mood for Sabian's song. It all felt more gritty than sexy.
"This might sound weird, but do you have a playlist or something?" Kadence asked. "Something sensual to help me get in the zone?"
"Absolutely. Here, use my phone, play whatever you need," Tisha said, handing it over.
Kadence quickly queued up her own playlist, letting H.E.R.'s "Every Kind of Way" wash over her, easing her into the right headspace.
A familiar voice cut through the air. "So this is the vibe this morning, huh?" Sabian appeared out of nowhere, coffee in both hands and a grin on his face, even with the sun still hiding.
