My name is Mia Campbell. I'm 19 years young. I was born in Detroit but, moved here in Compton when I was ten after, my mother died. She died of an overdose. So, me and my brother had to move down here with my aunt Karen. I'm planning on moving out after, I get my shit together and start making music.
"BANG BANG BANG!!!" I heard a loud knock on my door.
Throwing my hair into a low ponytail I get up and opened It revealing my older brother, Mike. "Fuck you banging on my door like that fo, Michael ?" I asked clearly annoyed. "You want a music career, right?" "Why ?" I questioned confused as a mouse.
"Yes or no nigga" "Ye-" "Then put yo shit on and let's go" He walked away before I could question him.
After, throwing on a white tank top, my favorite blue plaid flannel and jeans showing a little bit of my tummy I made my way downstairs. "Let's go" Mike said putting his bud out in the ashtray. "So, where you taking me ?" I asked. "My boy Eazy got a studio here and him and the guys tryna start a label. So me being the bomb ass brotha I am, I ask if he can check my talented ass sista out."
"Mhmm, how these niggas gon start a label without money unless, they sellin dope." I ask. He stayed quiet. "MIKE, STOP FUCKIN WITH ME" I yell. "Girl, chill out aight you ain't selling shit, nothin gone happen .... you wanna sing, right ?" "Yes bu-" "but nothin let's go" he says before putting the car in park.
I follow him in and when we come to a stop all I smell is straight weed. "Wassup y'all, here go my little sister Mia." he announced. I give off a small smile as four of them check me out "Hello" I say politely. The other guy was in the back playing with records. "This Eazy, Yella, Ren, Cube, and Dre" Mike said pointing them out. "So, you like to sing ?" Eazy asked me. He was pretty cute.
"Yeah" I replied with a smile. He laughed. "Well, why don't you gone over to that ugly muthafucka and let him know what you wanna sing." He said pointing towards Dre, I think. "Man shut yo dwarf lookin ass up." He spat back. His voice was attractive. I walk over to where he was and stood next to him. "So whatcha got." I asked. He looked up at me with a smirk and licked his lips before showing me some records.
"Wait Wait, that one, that's my shit." I stopped. "So you jammin to Etta James now ?" He asked laughing at my excitement. "You know it." I said. I chose Etta James rather go blind. I went in the booth and did what I know best. When I was finished, I opened my eyes to see nothing but surprised faces. "Well ?" I said a bit nervous. "DAMN!!!" They said in unison. After, all I heard were chatters about how good I am.
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Naive (A Dr. Dre Love Story)
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