That's So Ratchet - Fancy

Prologue

"Suddenly there was a knock on the door and before Iggy had a chance to answer, the dressing room door flew open with a loud bang! In rushed her manager Sarah Stennett, followed by the rest of her management team. They all looked like they had seen a ghost. The shock, or more so the confused expressions on their faces seemed almost as terrifying as the thought of Donald Trump becoming the next President of the United States of America.
"What's going on guys?" she asked, but no one knew how or where to begin. There was a deafening silence in the room for what seemed to be hours. Sarah was just about to speak up when suddenly there was a loud ruckus in the hallway outside the dressing room.
"You can't go in there, you need to wait in the lobby!"
The security guard's voice echoed through the hall as everyone looked eagerly at the entrance to the dressing room trying to figure out what was the reason for all the commotion. Just then a teenage girl came strutting her way through the door dressed in a white crop top that looked like it was squeezing the life out of her breasts, a Belladonna mini skirt that revealed way too much legs, a pair of Sergio Rossi pumps and two Yorkshire Terriers that strolled alongside her without a care in the world.
"Hello mother, I'm home!" She said, with a hint of menace in her voice. Everyone's eyes trailed from the teenage girl to Iggy.
"I meant to tell you Ms. Azalea, your daughter is here," muttered Sarah under her breath, but without warning, Iggy collapsed onto the floor with a loud thud."