From the same writer of Brooklyn Based, this is Industry.
Dawn works behind the scenes in the music industry. She is a Songwriter/ Ghost Writer for many artists in hip-hop/rap. Interestingly enough, she hasn't explored all of her talents just yet...
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I had just finished the music video for 'Break Of Dawn' which is the single that's gonna he used to promote my mixtape 'Money Power Respect'
I was exhausted, this whole week I've been rehearsing for the Billboard music awards; which is tomorrow night. My main focus right now was going home, cuddling next to my man, and getting some rest. I was beat.
Once I got home, I showered and crawled in the bed next to Danny. His arm wrapped around me as soon as he felt my presence, and I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Danny woke me up out of my sleep.
"Babe, you got a package. I signed for it." He said, I opened my eyes to see him holding a large box.
I took the box from him, and sitting up and placing it on my lap. I cut the box open with the tip of my acrylic nails.
I removed the bubble wrap from the box and there was my platinum plaque for Damn Daniel, revealing its shiny reflection. I nervously bit my bottom lip, as I saw the album art work on the plaque..a rat with the same tattoos as Danny, on stand in court, wearing prison scrubs.
Danny looked down at it, sighing and shaking his head; but to my surprise, he then bent down and kissed my cheek.
"Congrats baby. Ya first platinum record. I'm proud uh you."
I smiled at him. "Thank you babe."
I looked at the time on the alarm clock next to me, it read 12:56 pm. My stylist and makeup artist would be there in a few minutes and I'll have to start getting ready for tonight.
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Once we got to the arena, we went into my dressing room. I looked in the mirror and took a deep breath.
"You'll be fine baby." Danny said, putting his spinning '69' chain around my neck. "Wear this fuh good luck." He chuckled.
I smiled. "God, I'm so fuckin nervous."
"This is just ya first, of many performances. You'll get used to it."
