•Blind~•{Eazy E X Reader Fanfic}°

first interview

I leaned forward, my excitement bubbling up again. "They can expect something fresh. It’s got heart, it’s got soul, and it’s got the kind of raw honesty that you don’t always hear in mainstream music. I’ve worked with some incredible producers, and there’s definitely a West Coast vibe throughout. But I’ve also brought in elements from other genres—soul, jazz, even some hip-hop influences. It’s all about mixing the old with the new, creating something that speaks to the heart and the streets."

The interviewer raised an eyebrow, impressed. "And who are you working with on this album? Any surprises we can look forward to?"

I hesitated just for a moment, my mind running through the list of collaborators. I couldn’t give too much away just yet, but I wanted to keep people guessing.

"Let’s just say I’m keeping some surprises up my sleeve," I said with a playful grin. "But I will say that I’ve been fortunate to work with some amazing artists. You’ll hear a lot of different sounds, a lot of different influences. It’s going to be something you’ve never heard before."

As the conversation continued, I could feel the interview shifting back to the usual questions about my career, my influences, and my plans for the future. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was an undercurrent to the conversation—something beneath the surface that felt a little too personal.

Eventually, the interview wrapped up. The interviewer gave me one last lingering look before thanking me for my time. I stood up, my hand steady as I shook his. "Thanks for having me. I’m looking forward to what’s next."

As I walked out of the studio, the energy of the place still buzzing in my veins, I couldn’t help but reflect on the conversation. The pressure was on now. I had the world watching me, and I had to prove that my music wasn’t just a flash in the pan—it was something real, something that would last.

I wasn’t here to be anyone’s fantasy. I was here to make my mark on the industry. And nothing was going to distract me from that.

The atmosphere in the room was electric as the interview wrapped up. N.W.A., usually so composed, were laughing and joking as the cameras were turned off. I could feel their eyes on me, and I couldn't help but smile to myself. I had just delivered a solid performance, one that was sure to leave an impression.

"I gotta admit," Ice Cube said, shaking his head with a grin, "You held it down, Korina. You got a presence, that’s for sure."

Dr. Dre, who’d been unusually quiet during the interview, leaned back in his chair, nodding with approval. "You handled yourself well. Not a lot of people could stand their ground like that, especially when you’ve got all that attention on you."

I chuckled. "I appreciate that. Gotta stay true to myself."

Eazy-E, ever the smooth talker, flashed me a grin. "You definitely look good on camera, too. You were looking real pretty out there."

I smiled, giving a small thank you as the conversation shifted. The guys continued to joke amongst themselves, but the chatter died down when Jerry Heller, N.W.A.'s manager, walked into the room. His presence commanded attention the moment he stepped through the door, his suit sharp and his expression serious.

"Alright, alright, quiet down," Jerry said, his voice carrying a no-nonsense tone. "We’ve got work to do."

He turned to me, his eyes appraising but professional. "Korina, you’re making waves out there, no doubt about it. But if you want to keep this momentum going—if you want your popularity to rise and stay there—you’re going to need to step it up. We need to get a music video done for One More Chance. It’s gotta be big, gotta be iconic."

I nodded, my mind already racing. A music video. This was the next step, the next big move. It was a chance to visually showcase my sound, my vision.

Jerry continued, "The timing's crucial. We get this right, and your name will stay in everyone’s mouths. It’s not just about music—it’s about building the brand. You feel me?"

"Got it," I said, my voice steady but eager.

Jerry turned his attention back to the rest of the group. "I’ll get the details lined up. You all know how these things go. Let’s make sure we’re all on the same page. We’re not just filming any video—we’re filming the video."

With that, Jerry motioned for me to follow him. As we walked out of the interview room, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. This was the moment I’d been waiting for. A music video was going to launch me further into the spotlight, and I needed to make sure everything was perfect.

Jerry led me to a quiet corner away from the hustle and bustle of the studio. He looked at me with a calculated gaze, his tone now softer. "Korina, you’ve got talent. I can see it. But remember, you’re not just a singer—you’re a product. This video? It’s more than just a performance. It’s an image. We’ve gotta make sure everything lines up perfectly, from the lighting to the styling, to the direction."

I nodded, trying to absorb everything he was saying. "I get it. You can count on me to give it my all."

Jerry smiled, his eyes narrowing just a little. "Good. Let’s keep that energy. It’s important that you stay grounded in this. Don’t get lost in the hype."

As he finished speaking, Dre came over, clearly ready to move on. He and Jerry exchanged a few quick words before Jerry gestured for us to head towards the next step in the day’s plans.

"Alright, let’s get this moving," Jerry said with finality, "It’s time to film the video."

We walked through the bustling studio, the set for One More Chance already being set up in the back. The vibe was intense, with lights being adjusted, camera angles being discussed, and the crew buzzing around like a well-oiled machine. I could feel the anticipation in the air, and it only fueled my excitement.

"Ready for this?" Dre asked me as we approached the set, his voice casual but with that underlying seriousness he always carried.

I took a deep breath. "Yeah. Let’s do it."

The cameras were soon rolling, the music blaring through the speakers as we got into position. I was there, in my element, with Dre and the rest of N.W.A. overseeing it all. Every move, every shot mattered. I knew this video had to be a statement—a declaration that I was here to stay.

As we filmed the music video, the crew moved quickly, but there was a smoothness to everything. Jerry was constantly checking the shots, making sure the lighting was just right, while the guys kept things light-hearted, cracking jokes to ease the tension. The whole vibe felt like a family operation, everyone working together to make this moment legendary.

There were a few wardrobe changes, a couple of lighting adjustments, and moments where the energy would dip, but as soon as the music played again, the spark was back. I felt myself getting lost in the rhythm, fully embracing the moment as the camera captured every detail.

The day stretched on, but I didn’t feel tired. This was my dream, and every second of it was worth it. By the time we wrapped up, the crew was giving high-fives, and Dre clapped me on the back.

"That’s a wrap. You killed it, Korina," Dre said, his smile genuine.

I smiled back, feeling the weight of everything I had worked for up until this moment.

With the music video finished, it felt like the beginning of something much bigger than me. It was more than just a video—it was the first step into carving out my own place in the industry. I was ready to show the world exactly who Korina was.

And this time, it was all on my terms.