Devante Swing, known as Mr SWING. One of the most powerful men in the music industry. He runs his own record label in New York City called "SWING RESIDENT". Everybody who was everybody wanted to work there for or with him. But the chances were very...
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"I don't too much like that one" Devante spoke out to me, shaking his head resting his hands on his chin. We both were sitting in his private studio in his office working on some songs that could go on my album. I could tell this gone be a lot of work that's why I didn't want to be a singer, just wanted to stick with ghostwriting
"Well how about this one it's kind of freaky?" I said, turning my notebook to another page "I wrote this song about my first boyfriend" I looked up seeing his face showed nothing. I swear it's so hard to please him sometimes. I don't even have to ask how he feel about the song I see his face expression it tells me he don't
"Your first boyfriend? He asked raising his eyebrow, sucking his teeth I just nodded my head. My first love back when I was 15 years old, crazy how we been together for so long and only had sexual intercourse once. That was after graduation and I must say it was worth the wait
A week later he had to go off to the military. Never saw him after that, but he did write me and said he didn't want me waiting on him. He told me to go live my life
"Yeah, well my only boyfriend" I said, playing with my fingers looking down WHY YOU PLAYING WITH YOUR FINGERS NAOMI? You don't do shit like that. Just change the subject "So back to the song do you like this one?" I asked wanting to know if he did or not
"I mean it's straight" he said shrugging. OH NAWL HE HATE IT UGH!
"But?" I added, I knew he had more to say about the song there is always a but when your response is it's straight
"But I need more. When you have a voice like yourself you need to sing like the people can step out of their shoes and into yours" he said, looking up at me SHIT THOSE EYES "And your lyrics are too basic" I wanted to SCREAM hearing that. We been in here since 9 o'clock in the morning and it's just hitting 11. We didn't leave this room not once to eat or anything, it's just been us going over all of the songs in my notebook WHICH WERE PLENTY
I bought both my notebooks here. I've been writing songs for quite some time now, and out of all of them he only liked 2. Even though he liked 2 he still had something to say about them. He said he's going to reword some of the lyrics and also add some on. He made me feel like I didn't have no chance in the music industry, especially not with him he TOO upper level. THE BEST OF THE BEST. I really need to work on my pen game some more
"Um wow okay" I bit down on my lips taking in what he just said my lyrics were somewhat a little basic
"That's okay for now because I'm here to help you, you're my IT girl" he said. IT GIRL???? THE HELL THAT MEAN
"It girl? What do you mean by that?" I asked, scrunching up my face I hope it's not anything bad
"A young attractive woman that's a celebrity with sexy appeal who has an engaging personality" Hearing them words come from him made me melt inside I'm really gone be his IT girl. ME NAOMI COLE?? Devante Swing IT GIRL? Wow now that's something
