Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.
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Los Angeles, California
Bright glares from the fluorescent lights created an illuminated view of the room. Fans were spinning over to the left side of the room while the weights and fitness cycles were in use. The gym was usually in good use during the afternoon hours of the week day. Right now, a handful of men and women were operating the tools given to have a proper work out. A man took a deep breath as he laid back on the weight training bench and began to lift. Shirtless, the sweat dripped from his ripped abs. This was a common occurrence within the week for him to work out. A gold Cuban link necklace with a dollar sign dangled from his neck down over his black skin. From his ears were a pair of expensive headphones playing soft music while he lifted the large weight and did his work out.
Michael M. Bishop was a busy man with talents. The 26 year old rapper had become a star just three years ago with a hit on his debut album. It helped that he was signed to a major record label. From a teenager, he had spent most of his time dancing and training. Before he began to rap, he wanted to become a break dancer. That all changed 6 years ago after his 20th birthday when he stepped in with a friend and hit the stage to rap. A local club in L.A. that was frequented by a big name music mogul noticed the young man as proper talent to become a star. After three years in the background serving as a backing vocalist and writing lyrics for established singers, Michael got his big break; changing his name from 'Michael M.' to 'Money Mike' on record.
At 6"5, he had taken care of his body with routine work outs to build up muscles. It was part of his image, to take his shirt off in videos or on stage and show off his strongly built black body. Every Tuesday and Wednesday he did work outs at a gym, while using Thursday to do a 2 hour jog. He kept his head shaved with just short hair and occasionally put a big diamond ear ring up in his left ear. Only a tattoo of a Roman numeral 'VI' remained on his left chest over his heart. The meaning being that he was the sixth son in his family. Growing up in tough times with a poor family, he never forgot the struggle of where he came from. Often times using his lyrics to demonstrate the struggle, when he wasn't rapping about money and his sexual adventures.
While slowly lifting the weight, he felt his phone vibrating in the pocket of his shorts. Taking in a deep breath, Mike lifted the weight slowly back on the rack above him. He reached his hand into his pocket then and answered his phone, bringing it up to his ear.
"Yeah?"
"Hello Michael, are you busy right now?"
He leaned up from the weight bench and sat up before answering back. It was his manager in studio: David Jones.
"I was working out, ya know? It's Tuesday after all."
"Oh yeah, I know. But I had to call you about something that's come up. Can you come to the studio within an hour or so?"
"What for?"
"We need your input on a new producer that has made some backing tracks for you. I know, you already did 5 songs on some of your own backing tracks but I think you're gonna like this better."
Mike rolled his eyes while talking on the phone. David could be such an annoyance sometimes with changing his mind about an album. There was no sense in really arguing with the old man though. Mike did appreciate everything he had done for him to help him make a career, he would feel bad if he talked down to the guy.
"Fine, I'll come over right away."
"Great, I'll be expecting you."
The phone clicked hanging up and now Mike took a sigh as he got up from the work bench. This was calling off a work out early, but at least he got the 2 hours in. He made his way out of the gym's main room to retreat back to where he had his locker and to change out of his work out clothes. After changing, he would have to hit the road and take the short drive out back to the studio. First, he figured it was not a hassle to drop by and have a little snack from a drive thru fast food joint. After all the working out he did, nothing hurt to splurge a little from his diet.
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1 HOUR LATER
Mike took his time going from point A to point B and finally to the studio. He pulled up his BMW and stepped out, wearing a low cut T-shirt with an old 80's metal band on it and his blue jean shorts. Below, he had a cheap pair of sneakers. Despite the millions of dollars he had, he wasn't one to blow his money on fashion choices. A casual dress code made him blend in out of the public eye. He took the back door to the studio, knowing that where he always had to go was upstairs where his sessions room remained. Going up the long staircase, David awaited for his younger musician as he came at him with a smile over his face. The old man was in his 60's and had been a long time companion in the business.
"There you are, Michael! Come along, there's someone else here for you to meet."
Ignoring his manager's words, Mike walked right past him as they moved to the door facing one of the session rooms. From the right side of the room, he looked over to see a short blonde haired woman standing in a pair of black shorts and a low cut black shirt. Her belly button was obviously pierced, but without a ring today. His eyes wandered over a strong built stomach with amazing abs, just before he looked up to see a nice pair of breasts and a face with the most beautiful smile. There was no way Mike could mistake this woman, it was Britney Spears. He froze in his tracks as Britney looked at him and smiled.
"Hi, you're Money Mike right?"
She said his name! He smiled big before nodding and replying.
"Yeah, and you can't tell me that you ain't Britney Spears."
"What if I told you I'm not, would you believe me?"
He laughed at her as she offered her hand out to him. Mike shook her hand as David walked on by and then spoke up.
"There she is! Michael, this is Britney Spears as you know. Britney here is looking for new talent to record on a new song of hers. She needs someone who can rap good, maybe you?"
Looking back at Britney, Mike watched her nod before she spoke up.
"Yes, I need someone for a lead single to help me out. I'd like you to be a choice."
"Me?"
"Yes you, silly! You're Money Mike after all, I love your style!"
David looked over at both of them to get Mike's attention, but the young man's eyes were glued to Britney. This was his crush as a young boy and to have her say his stage name and want to work together? That was enough to make him feel like he had finally made it somewhere in the music industry. When it seemed apparent that David could not get his attention, he spoke up.
"Britney, I hope you don't mind waiting for a minute. I have to introduce Michael here to a couple producers working on his new album."
"Oh, that's okay! I ain't going anywhere!"
She smiled at him as she watched David walk him into the door to the sessions room. Once the door shut, Mike was too excited to contain himself.
"Why didn't you tell me I was gonna be meeting Britney Spears? I would have rushed over here instead of taking my time."
"It was supposed to be a surprise, I didn't think you were gonna be that ecstatic over some washed up pop star."
"Hey man, she might not be hitting #1 singles anymore, but that woman's body is still bangin'."
David rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah...Come on, this is the producer I want you to meet. This is Franklin T."
Across the room sat a black man in a denim jacket with a couple of necklaces on. He flashes Mike a two fingers as 'peace' before the two walked over to shake hands in a proper introduction. Outside the studio room, Britney bit her lower lip before she was escorted downstairs back into the waiting hall. She was happy that she found the one rapper she wanted for her lead single on a new album. At the moment, she was working to make her new album more urban and modernized. She knew that she couldn't make every song a dance hit in the clubs, there had to be another audience to reach out to.
In a strange coincidence, Britney's management realized that she already was on the same label as Money Mike. She had heard all about him as the new hot shot rapper over the past few years. Britney had seen some of his music videos a couple months back and was impressed. From there on, she had figured he was someone she wanted to work with for a lead single that could possibly shoot up the charts for multiple genres. Little did she know of how much he admired her. She was the one white woman he had the biggest crush on back during his teen years and that feeling never went away. Mike couldn't get his mind off Britney as he met Franklin.
Within 30 minutes of the meet with Bishop, Mike already was thinking about the song that Britney wanted. He discussed ideas with Bishop and listened to a couple backing tracks that had already been edited. Nodding his head, he was already impressed. Only with a couple tweaks of slowing down verses, that's all his old tracks would need to be edited with new instrumentals. Once the two came to a quick agreement, he left the session room and set his mind on Britney. Down the hall, he met her in the waiting room giving her a big smile before sitting down next to her.
"Sorry about that Britney, kinda embarrassment. To meet you and get pulled away into a room like that..."
He shook his head and she laughed.
"Oh, don't worry about it! It's happened to me before too! I know how it is, you stay busy in the studio."
"Yeah, well I wanted to come out and see you. You said something about working on a single together.
Britney nodded.
"I already have the song worked out and on disc. There's a cut in it where I just need one verse where you can do your rapping stuff. At the end, you can do some fill ins over the final chorus."
Mike nodded.
"Alright, that sounds good. You got the song on you now?"
