From the same writer of Brooklyn Based, this is Industry.
Dawn works behind the scenes in the music industry. She is a Songwriter/ Ghost Writer for many artists in hip-hop/rap. Interestingly enough, she hasn't explored all of her talents just yet...
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"With them rugers and Mac elevens, we gon send em to heaven pull up what's crackin' nigga what you jackin? Find his body up on Channel 11."
I wrote on my notepad, and scratched my head.
"That go hard, thas fuh me?" A voice said, making me jump.
I looked up and Danny was standing there laughing at the fact that he just scared the living shit out of me.
"Yo, you gotta stop doing that!" I laughed. "Jesus Danny!"
"My fault." He snickered. "Whea my hug at though?"
"Iono." I shrugged, and continued writing in my notepad. I was only joking around with him though.
"You betta stop playin and gimmie my damn hug." He said, coming behind my desk and pulling my arm so I stood up. I laughed eventually gave in and hugged him back.
"You know I'm about to leave right? My office hours end at-"
"4. I know." He interrupted. "But I just wanted tuh see ya lil ass. I missed you, Dawny" He said, nudging my shoulder. "I wanted tuh see my hit maker."
"Dawny?" I asked. "Ew, what is that?"
"Thas my new nickname fuh you." He chuckled. "Like it? It sounds like Danny."
"You're so corny." I laughed and shook my head as I put away my notepad and my other belongings.
"You know you fuck wit it though." He chuckled. "C'mon lets go."
"Go where?" I asked.
"Iono, we chillin." He shrugged.
"Alright cool but..." I sighed and looked away from him.
"Whas wrong?" He asked. "Watchu doin all that for?"
"I just don't get how ya girl is cool with us hanging out outside of it involving music." I said. "She's not concerned at all?"
He sucked his teeth. "Listen, I told you not tuh worry bout dat. She cool wit it."
"Okay..." I said, giving him the side eye. "I just don't want no beef."
"There's no reason fuh there tuh be beef. Ain't nuthin eva happening between us." He shrugged.
His words hit me like a ton of bricks, and I don't even know why. At first I didn't give a flying fuck when I learned he had a girlfriend, I wasn't even upset the slightest bit, even when I saw them kissing, but as of late it's been fucking bugging me even though I try to act like it doesn't. I don't know what the fuck is happening with me that this past week he's been suddenly so attractive to me. I'm used to artists flirting with me, but when he does it I actually start to feel butterflies. Even when he's not complementing my appearance, he's complementing me as a person, like my personality, my talents; and now I somehow developed this underlying crush on him that's leading to me getting my feelings hurt because reality just smacked me in my fucking face. He's in love with his girlfriend, as he should be; and it's probably best I just distance myself until I could get over whatever weird emotions I'm going through.
