#airscene

Simone's recent actions put a wrench in her business, because she had to let her fractured nose heal before taking any pictures. The only upside was that Zeus didn't yell at her too much, and gave her the time off. It only put her in a deeper depression though. For majority of the time she was drinking day in and day out. It created some good music, but she knew it wasn't the best thing to do. She needed help getting herself together, and then she finally gave in and called her mother. Erica Air, her mother, was able to see the fight scene because the episode aired, and when she arrived she wasted no time cussing her out, and then cleaned house. As long as she was staying there wasn't going to be any alchol in the house. This was going to be her new normal, and she hoped it didn't drive her to drink more.

Simone wasn't one to get into beef that wasn't hers, but with Gianna being somebody she was close to she wasn't going to stand by, and watch the bullshit. Plus, Selena wasn't a bitch she cared for because of prior words exchanged. When the location was dropped it only took her 20 minutes to get from Queens to Harlem. The production team was right behind her. She pulled up to a screeching hault, and they wanted her to wait to be miced, but she bursted in the shop. "What we doing bitch." She picked up the container of straws, and chucked it at her head, and charged her way.

Simone was handlng her career practically by herself, because she had no management. Zeus was only able to give her a production deal at the moment, and that was probably the only reason why her music was doing good. She was overjoyed about the win last night, but deep down she was drinking out of depression. Simone was lonely, and everybody back home practically turned their back on her for going against the family, the church.

Simone’s career was going places with her music making high numbers on the charts, so now it was time for phase 2 in becoming a star, and it was finding a dope creative director. She’d heard some things about this girl named Gianna who was a dope designer, and Simone was hoping that she also had an eye for creativity, and turning a song into a motion picture for a video.

Simone pulled up to where she heard she was holding a class, and she walked into the building. After asking the lady at the front desk for the room number she headed up, and stood in the back as she wrapped up. Simone instantly loved how smooth her transitions were, and how she hit her marks on time. Simone danced some, but she wanted somebody that was going to push her to advance her skill. “That was amazing.” She walked through the crowd clapping, with a smile on her face. “I’m Simone.” She put her hand out for her to shake.