Reign On Me (ON HOLD)

Chapter One

~Reign~

It's 11:18 pm and my day seems like it's just beginning, I've been at the studio since 2:30. I love what I do, making beats is something I've always enjoyed doing. If I could, I would live here.

Being able to work with other artists is something I've dreamed about since I was 17. And now that I am, I'm happy, but only to an extent. Only because it feels like theres something missing in my life, I just can't quite put my finger on it. Even that feels like a lie, I know what it is but I'm too chicken shit to admit it to myself or anyone else. Mainly due to the fact that I sort of have this reputation as being a player, it wasn't my idea. As a matter of fact, it was my publicist idea.

The only other two people that know about it is my Head Security Guard, who just so happens to be my cousin and one of my best friends, Declan, and my other best friend who happens to be my Assistant, Kinsley. If it were up to me, I would choose to just be me. But that's the thing with showbiz, creating an image is key.

I'm not a liar, of course I took advantage of it and you would think that it wouldn't be tiring or get boring, but it does. After a while I would get bored of meeting the same type of woman over and over. Now its just for show, and I prefer it that way. Theres more to me than that.

I guess what I miss the most is the thrill of the chase. Wondering if the girl actually likes me for me, instead of just trying to use me in order to get into the music industry. Looking back on it, I've always had an affinity to speak to women, gay, straight, young, old, it didn't matter. For me it came naturally. I'm not trying to boast or anything, then again, it's not boasting when it's the truth.

These days I'm sick of playing games. Which is why I spend day and night in the studio. Music is my outlet, a way for me to process what's going on in my life. Good and bad, even the in between bullshit that comes with success. Who am I to complain, this is what I wanted to do with my life and making music fills the void that claims me when I go home to my empty Condo. I know I can call my brothers and sisters, but it's not the same. Their all the way back in Wisconsin and I don't want them to worry about me anymore than they already do.

Having Declan and Kinsley here with me helps to keep me sane and grounded. It's like old times as I sit in the studio making beats, while they every so often critique the melody or the bass line. Right now, I'm in the process of doing an album for a famous artist who wishes to remain anonymous. I sit back in my chair and replay the beat I'm working on, listening for all the little kinks that I missed, or I might need to add. Declan and Kinsley are sitting on the couch behind me, listening along with me, nodding their heads to the beat.

"Damn cos, this shit is gonna be fire." Declan says just as the song comes to an end.

"Oh yeah, you think so? I kinda feel like its missing something." I said as I turn my chair to look at the both of them.

"I think it sounds good like that." Kinsley chimed in, giving me her half grin. Showing her dimple on the right side of her cheek. Kinsleys petite frame leaning back on the L-shaped sofa. Kinsley was wearing a black pinstripe pants suit with black Jimmy Choos. Even in her designer pumps she was short, she stood about 5'5"with shoulder length light brown wavy hair. Kinsley is a feisty one and every time she would get upset, her hazel eyes would turn into a storm of emotions as her sienna colored skin would change to a reddish hue. I loved having her around, I knew she had my back no matter what. We've been best friends since we were 8 and no, Kinsley and I have never been intimate. I never thought about her that way, it creeps me out just thinking about her in that context. I think of Kinsley as an honorary sister. Not that I need any more sisters.

I admired her feistiness, she's the opposite of me in that way. I'm more of the calm and collected type. A peacekeeper if you will. Don't get me wrong, I can hold my own, I just choose not to settle disputes in violence. Which is ironic considering the business I'm in. Just because I dress the way I dress, doesn't mean that I don't have class.