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Taylor Music Group!
AuthenticSteveHarvey: Are you gonna sleep
with Eliyah like you did La’Renz? These hoes ain’t loyal. #affair
#scandal
Kian Mitchell: Ur old boss La’Renz is
probably turning over in his cell right now.
Site user: Can u put in a good word for me. I’ll
email you my resume.
Aubrey StrokeYaBitch: No female has ever
escaped from Taylor Music Group. Buddy Rough is gonna kill you when
he gets out.
Leah Hughes: Glad you got away from that
pretentious prick La'Renz.
April LuvinMe Heisler: I see a great business
relationship in the future between you two! Don’t fuck it up like
you did last time!
Owen Patel: Congratulations! The grind don’t
stop! You’re gonna look back and wonder why you ever worked for
Taylor Music Group under that criminal La’Renz. You’re destined for
greatness. You’re the next Debra Antney!
I wanted to personally respond to everyone
on The Site who had posted some hating shit about me or Taylor
Music Group. But I knew that would be stupid. I tossed the laptop
on the bed and it slapped shut on its own. If I wanted to prove to
the world that Taylor Music Group was a force to be reckoned with
again, the wrong step to take would have been to try and argue my
point in online replies. No, I had to put it in these muthafuckas'
faces. I had to become number one in the world again.
I had to get to work.
With a new fervor, I
started tearing open more envelopes. But after a couple more hours
of listening to thirty or so more submissions, I was starting to
grow despondent again. Nothing stood out.
Nothing grabbed me. And my trash bag was … empty?
"What the hell am I gonna do now?"
I picked up the trash bag and started
balling it up to stuff it in the hotel's trash bin, when I felt
something hard. I unraveled the bag and reached inside. It wasn’t
empty. There was one more CD, after all.
I read the front of it.
" Swope Park Gritter Vol.
2 . Coras Bane, featuring Slim Eight, Yayo
Love, Kirbie Amor ... produced by Gee Beats ... hmmm ."
I knew Yayo Love. He was my artist before
Eliyah stole him.
With a revived interest, I stuck the CD
inside the laptop and pressed play. The sounds that came out of the
speakers had me bobbing my head—it was quality production, original
and ear-catching. The first rapper, Coras Bane, had a nice flow. I
was trying to decide if he was somebody I could work with when the
next rapper, Slim Eight, came on. Slim Eight's style was slower but
there was still passion behind it. I was impressed so far. But when
Yayo Love started rapping, I felt disgusted. There was no rhythm.
His originality was gone.
This isn't the same rapper
I signed eight years ago, I
thought.
But the next track opened up with a singer
that completely blew me away! I turned the sound up, listening to
the woman's voice fill my hotel room. I was starting to get goose
bumps, she was so good.
She's it!
I grabbed the CD and turned it over to the
back so I could look at the song list. The girl's name was Kirbie
Amor. I listened to every song she was featured on and I was so
excited I kissed the CD and hugged it to my chest.
"I haven't lost my ear," I said. "I still got
it. This bitch is better than Jazzmine!"
I looked at the back of the CD again,
searching for the contact information. When I found it, I pulled
out my cellphone and made the call.
CHAPTER 14
Ashleigh Hedgman
I handed the promoter the one-page agreement. "Three
artists will be on stage," I told him. "Their names are listed on
there as well as their titles. Coras Bane, rapper. Gee Beats,
producer. Kirbie Amor, singer."
"Just three, right?"
"Yes, sir," I said.
"Okay. But if we see more than three artists
on the stage that'll be a breach of the agreement and we'll shut
your show down immediately. This is the Sprint Center, not Kemper
Arena or the Midland. We don't wanna see a bunch of rappers and
entourage prouncing around on-stage."
"It won't happen," I said.
AuthenticSteveHarvey: Are you gonna sleep
with Eliyah like you did La’Renz? These hoes ain’t loyal. #affair
#scandal
Kian Mitchell: Ur old boss La’Renz is
probably turning over in his cell right now.
Site user: Can u put in a good word for me. I’ll
email you my resume.
Aubrey StrokeYaBitch: No female has ever
escaped from Taylor Music Group. Buddy Rough is gonna kill you when
he gets out.
Leah Hughes: Glad you got away from that
pretentious prick La'Renz.
April LuvinMe Heisler: I see a great business
relationship in the future between you two! Don’t fuck it up like
you did last time!
Owen Patel: Congratulations! The grind don’t
stop! You’re gonna look back and wonder why you ever worked for
Taylor Music Group under that criminal La’Renz. You’re destined for
greatness. You’re the next Debra Antney!
I wanted to personally respond to everyone
on The Site who had posted some hating shit about me or Taylor
Music Group. But I knew that would be stupid. I tossed the laptop
on the bed and it slapped shut on its own. If I wanted to prove to
the world that Taylor Music Group was a force to be reckoned with
again, the wrong step to take would have been to try and argue my
point in online replies. No, I had to put it in these muthafuckas'
faces. I had to become number one in the world again.
I had to get to work.
With a new fervor, I
started tearing open more envelopes. But after a couple more hours
of listening to thirty or so more submissions, I was starting to
grow despondent again. Nothing stood out.
Nothing grabbed me. And my trash bag was … empty?
"What the hell am I gonna do now?"
I picked up the trash bag and started
balling it up to stuff it in the hotel's trash bin, when I felt
something hard. I unraveled the bag and reached inside. It wasn’t
empty. There was one more CD, after all.
I read the front of it.
" Swope Park Gritter Vol.
2 . Coras Bane, featuring Slim Eight, Yayo
Love, Kirbie Amor ... produced by Gee Beats ... hmmm ."
I knew Yayo Love. He was my artist before
Eliyah stole him.
With a revived interest, I stuck the CD
inside the laptop and pressed play. The sounds that came out of the
speakers had me bobbing my head—it was quality production, original
and ear-catching. The first rapper, Coras Bane, had a nice flow. I
was trying to decide if he was somebody I could work with when the
next rapper, Slim Eight, came on. Slim Eight's style was slower but
there was still passion behind it. I was impressed so far. But when
Yayo Love started rapping, I felt disgusted. There was no rhythm.
His originality was gone.
This isn't the same rapper
I signed eight years ago, I
thought.
But the next track opened up with a singer
that completely blew me away! I turned the sound up, listening to
the woman's voice fill my hotel room. I was starting to get goose
bumps, she was so good.
She's it!
I grabbed the CD and turned it over to the
back so I could look at the song list. The girl's name was Kirbie
Amor. I listened to every song she was featured on and I was so
excited I kissed the CD and hugged it to my chest.
"I haven't lost my ear," I said. "I still got
it. This bitch is better than Jazzmine!"
I looked at the back of the CD again,
searching for the contact information. When I found it, I pulled
out my cellphone and made the call.
CHAPTER 14
Ashleigh Hedgman
I handed the promoter the one-page agreement. "Three
artists will be on stage," I told him. "Their names are listed on
there as well as their titles. Coras Bane, rapper. Gee Beats,
producer. Kirbie Amor, singer."
"Just three, right?"
"Yes, sir," I said.
"Okay. But if we see more than three artists
on the stage that'll be a breach of the agreement and we'll shut
your show down immediately. This is the Sprint Center, not Kemper
Arena or the Midland. We don't wanna see a bunch of rappers and
entourage prouncing around on-stage."
"It won't happen," I said.
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