Jungle 2 the Hills

Chapter 10: 2 Legit

Brooklyn

"So, what can we expect from you next? There's rumors of an album coming out. Can you tell us more about that?" The interviewer asked me as we got our nails done together.

"Well, there is an album in the works for me. I can't speak too much about it yet, but know it's coming." I smiled at the camera.

"Come on, girl. Give us a tease. At least tell us which Kween B we should look forward to listening to. I need to know if I'm gonna be in my feelings, if I wanna be a lil promiscuous, or if I need to grab the brass knuckles." She laughed.

"A la' bit of allat, ya' heard me." I answered the best way I could.

"Really? What about visuals? I loved your most recent project—it allowed people to see what New Orleans is all about. High shorts and a lot of booty shaking. I'm from up north so that down south vibe was nice."

"New Orleans is different, I don't care what nobody says. Expect some visuals fa' sho'. A single or two will be dropped to give the world a taste." I nodded.

"It's funny that you say that because the other day my boss showed us the videos and songs you made as a child. You were what, eight years old, making songs for adults to twerk to. I mean, child artists aren't new, but that type of music normally didn't come from children."

"I was like six." I chuckled before finishing my sentence.

"Way before me, kids were making bounce music and in New Orleans it's definitely not odd. Children been dancing to the beat for generations. It was a fun experience for me and my cousins to make fun music for other children to learn to. Then the beat was so nice, the grown ups could shake too."

The interviewer asked me more questions until our full sets were done. My manager got some information from the producers as I waited off to the side with my daddy and security. I took a few pictures and then we were on our way.

"We gotta talk." My daddy said once we got some privacy in the car.

"Wuzzam?" I gave him my full attention.

"Don't take this as me being mean, but that interview was shitty as fuck. It was terrible."

"How come?" I rolled my eyes extra hard.

"You want me to slap the shit out you? Save the eye rolling for ya' peers, not me."

"Yes, sir. My bad." I straightened up.

"Management told you off the rip not to say shit about the album. You go and tell them to expect a mix of music and you haven't even been working on shit. You don't know what type of songs gone be on the album so why lie about it? Then you haven't even talked about visuals and you damn sure haven't been working on any, so what's up?" He scolded me.

"I have been working. Maybe on side projects, but it'll take me no time to get the album together."

"And who have you talked to about this? Then Keem got you down for a song that nobody has even heard. He said he gave you the beat months ago. We don't have any singles for the album yet. All these parties and shows for what? To waste money cause you damn shole ain't putting yo all into the business part."

I started getting somewhat furious. My dad has always been strict and doesn't have a problem with expressing his frustration. Working for your family was harder because you had to put love aside and remember you were on contract like everyone else.

"Daddy stop talking to me like that. You acting like I ain't doing nothing." I accidentally rolled my eyes again and he snatched me up by the arm.

"If you don't wanna do this, let me know now, son. We not about to keep giving you special treatment cause you blood. You got deadlines like everybody else. When we give you more freedom than everybody else, you see, you take it for granted. Get ya' shit together, maw." He loosened his grip on my arm.