𝙅𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀𝙔.

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[Riley]

"I can't believe he really called you," I chuckle, sitting on the studio couch.

"Yeah me too. I didn't know you could sing. Finally we met, we always talked in DM's," Diggy said as he sits in the producer chair.

"Yeah, we've been texting for like....4 months now?"

"Yeah somewhere around that."

I stand up and walk over to him as he fidgets with the buttons on the producing table. He plays a beat, pumped up but still romantic.

"When Michael sent me that video of you singing I made this beat," he turns the volume up so you can feel the base through the floor. "It's goes with your tone and unique rhythm."

The beat is really good. It's crazy how people can do this stuff.

"This is good," I say.

"Thanks, I try," he grins and gets up, walking into the booth.

I follow him.

"So how long you been in New York?" He asks.

"I just drove here today, Michael's at the set right now," I reply.

"Oh yeah your from Jersey."

"Yep."

"I'm from Queens."

"Glad I'm working with somebody who has so much in common with me."

He laughs, "Yeah."

It's quiet for a few minutes until Jacob comes in to control the producing while me and Diggy are in the booth.

"Y'all ready?" He says sitting down and ready to play the music.

I look at Diggy and he nods his head.

"Yeah," I say and me and Diggy both put out headphones on.

[Michael]

After I finish my last scene for today, I call Riley to see if she's finished or not.

No answer. I guess she isn't.

I shake it off and go over to Tessa. Today was her last day of filming. It feels like the movie is almost done, we've shot more than half of it.

"Tessa!" I yell as I see her walking to her car. She turns and looks at me, then waves and stops walking.

I run up to her, "I know you not bout to leave without giving me a goodbye hug." I joke.

She laughs and we hug, "I'm sorry my mind is kinda all over the place."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just stressed. Can't wait to film the next movie with you."

"Yeah, I think people are tired of seeing us together in movies," I chuckle.

"I would be too," She says and opens her car door.

We say our goodbyes and I head back to my trailer, get my things, then head home.

It's almost 9 o'clock and she's still not home; I'm getting hella worried. She won't answer her phone. I know it don't take that damn long to make a song.
I call Diggy.
No answer.
Aw hell no.

It's 10 o'clock; I hear the door unlock. I run downstairs to see Riley closing the door behind her. I run up to her and hug her.

"Where were you? You okay?" I ask still holding onto her.

"I'm fine!" She says.

Then I remember I'm mad.

"You ain't answer none of my calls," I say.

"Everybody's phone had died. We had went Keke Palmers house and she said she might sign me to her new label can you believe that? Diggy really outdid himself."

"He sure did," I say sarcastically.

She looks at me, "if you thinking what I'm thinking then your wrong Michael. I would never-

"Okay Riley," I go back upstairs.

[Riley]

I sigh and place my things on the kitchen counter.

I really just lied to Michael.