Love, Sex, Diamonds (Madison/You)

fourteen

The next day went by quickly, and I was glad it had.

I woke up early, leaving Madison looking adorable, cuddled up in my bedsheets, with a soft kiss to her forehead. I threw on a tight white shirt, that had a large crew neck so I had space to hang a few necklaces. I threw on a pair of jeans and the first jacket I grabbed from the closet, a plaid thing that I hadn't seen in years.

My medication went down as easy as it did yesterday, but I spared no glance to the anxiety pill bottle that still sat where I had left it. Hopefully it would stay there, untouched forever.

No one else was awake when I hurried down the steps to the kitchen. Bates was my only morning company. I quickly kissed him when I passed and grabbed my keys. The weather was nice, slightly chilly with a lot of clouds, but the sun still peaked its head through the gaps. My wagon beeped at me, in greeting, as I unlocked it with the keychain.

The drive to my studio was full of David Bowie. I was not a stranger to his music, but Rocky wanted to incorporate some Bowie themes into his album and I figured I would freshen up my relationship with Ziggy Stardust.

I hadn't been to my studio in months. After I had officially moved in with Luke, I only stopped by for small things that I had left. Every-time I stepped through the apartment door it took me to a different time, and I watched myself break down over and over. The studio was the first place I had went after I had caught Camila cheating.

Now things were different. I had no trouble with the studio because Camila was never on my mind anymore. Madison had been my sweet release.

Asap Rocky was already waiting for me, leaned against his red convertible as he puffed on a joint. I parked in my usual spot. It was 7 am, and I was about to get high and write a bomb ass album with a good friend.

I loved my job.

Rocky and I didn't leave the studio for 5 hours. We sucked through three blunts, and finished two songs that we had been struggling with for a while. We sat on my balcony writing lyrics for the first two hours, the ocean helping open our minds. It wasn't that the music wasn't good, the hard part was finding the right sounds that complimented each other. Especially with Rocky's odd style, he didn't want his music to have that same formula that most hip hop songs follow.

When we parted ways, my head was heavy and I was already ready for a nap. Not from only the weed, but because we had been working really hard with no breaks. I needed a back massage.

Unfortunately, I had another appointment with Angela D'Leon, the Stroke's representative that was handling the money coming in from The Stroke's latest song that I produced.

We met at Rubies and Diamonds, a small coffee shop close to my old apartment. Angela was a stern brunette wearing an expensive pantsuit, a stickler at first glance, but I knew her well enough. Just because she was a wild didn't mean she wouldn't dress herself professionally.

"So, Y/N, Joshua and I agreed on a 15% cut. You know it's obviously up to you but we wanted to come up with a base plan before we put anything on paper, and see if you had any specific requisitions," she finally got down to business after we held a nice conversation about birds for about twenty minutes. Joshua was my accountant.

"Would that be 15% of all sales, or does that exclude any deals with spotify, pandora, and all of those other private businesses."

"Well you would get a 15% cut from each deal."

"But I'm guessing I won't be getting any of the user payments or the money coming in from the subscriptions."

"Right, 15% of all sales excluding demand."