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❝𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧 my 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 in 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 or 𝐦𝐲 name 𝐢𝐧 marquees 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 down 𝐢𝐧 broadway❞
- empire state of mind
𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧
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some days had passed by, as the brownskin girl sat on the floor, accompanied with her best friend kalia, and one of kalia's friends she met in the music industry, her name was solana.
"girl, we gotta help you pack, when you go to new york. and we gotta practice your english.." kalia remarked, earning a giggle from solana and nya.
solana smiled, "she isn't wrong nya. are you excited for fashion week, by the way?" she asked, nudging nya's shoulder.
nya looked down at the suit case, and some of the clothes she'd already pre-packed. "i believe i'm excited, just worried. should i be worried about anything?"
her childhood friend nodded, "everything.."
"like what, specifically?" nya muttered, while solana and her were looking through a few shoes she wanted to bring. "rats, old men, and crazy fans. the paparazzi is disgusting in america.." kalia rolled her eyes, "but i think rats should be the least of your worries. i mean you are one." she teased.
