Chapter One

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Just hitting the cold streets of New York City, I tighten the red scarf around my neck

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Just hitting the cold streets of New York City, I tighten the red scarf around my neck. I looked up at the tall building that read "SWING RESIDENT" in all caps. This was it my plane landed about an hour ago. I had to move into my little apartment and get myself situated before coming up here

I flew from Savannah Georgia to out here to work with one of the best jobs out here in New York City, and that's the building SWING RESIDENT owned by the one and only Devante. He was one of the biggest producers in the music industry; he basically ran this business. Everyone adored him; you can't name one producer who ain't really influenced by him

THEE Devante Swing he was his own person, he lived by his own rules couldn't no one tell him anything. He was powerful and impudent. Everyone respected him because they knew he could make a person disappear if they ever disrespect him. Yes I know all of this I did my research before coming up here he's a musical Goddess

9 times out of 10 anyone that came up here to apply for him didn't make it. That's what I feared the most, about getting turned down then I'll have to get a 9-5 job. Which I didn't have a problem with, but let's be honest this is New York no one has time for minimum wage jobs especially not me

I wanted this, I needed this, this is a opportunity for me to spread my work and talent also. Well what I'm kidding? Everybody wanted and needed this. What makes me so special?. Many females badder than me couldn't even pull a spot here. I could tell he was a man about business, and business only. Other big producers would hire the finest ladies to their label and have sexaul relations with them

Mr SWING was different; he cared about your work ethics/skills. Not about your body or your face. I put in to do this interview for him 3 weeks ago, and now here I am. My palms were sweating mad hard in the cold air of November 93. I'm beyond nervous. I just know my anxiety is going to take over in a while. I was never the girl to get nervous about any celebrity, but I guess I was wrong I'm gone fuck around and shit bricks.

My mind was playing games on me. I literally went over this a thousand times I was ready for any question that Devante himself had to ask. I was ready, yes I was ready. No Naomi, why are you lying to yourself? You are not ready. This is famous Devante SWING, the meanest and most powerful man there ever was that ran the industry. He's a terrifying soul

𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆- Devante SwingWhere stories live. Discover now