There was a definite mutual appreciation between Jamal and Younghood and he respected him for coming over. Despite their four years in the industry they had never really crossed paths, but it felt good to Jamal to know that one of the best in the game respected what they do. Jamal nodded, “Appreciate it man, and you right. We keep doing what we do and this shit won’t even be a memory.” He acknowledges that he’s about to head off, “I’mma catch up with you both real soon, but I’m gonna head inside and get a drink.”

Kara listens to him and agrees, “It’s just some stuff I read, probably rumours but I think if you do come over to Just Record, the type of stuff you can put out together would be insane. We got some good young guns over there, you already know that.” She smiles as he suggests they hang out soon, “Let’s make it happen, I’m up for it.”

——

Vincent holds his hands onto her waist, taking in every perfect curve as she lays out her plan, “I can see you’re legit. I got some stuff I can move around, I’m down.” He looks deep into her eyes, leans in and presses his lips against hers, just long enough to give her a teaser but not enough time for her to fully enjoy. “But what about tonight?” He says, knowing full well that the artists that flew in for the show are all staying at a luxury hotel, arranged by the show organisers.

Younghood nods at Kara "Shit was can go whenever I don't have anything pressing at the moment, let me just check on the people I came with and hit me up when your ready." Younghood dapped up Jamal and then headed back inside There he saw Thickmouse with Tisha's group and Kyle with Cerys. He walked over to the security going over there he saw Vicent and Tisha kiss and he kind of rolled his eyes at it. "Hey I'm here to talk to tisha, but could you give us like a minute or two away from everyone?

“I want you. I want to get to know you. The face and body are nice, but make me want your heart. I gotchu, I won’t let you down.” She says sweetly.

“I’m sure we are at the same hotel. I’m leaving tomorrow at noon for the airport. If you wanna roll come up to the penthouse and we can leave together for New York. I’ll show you a good time.”

Meanwhile, across the room, Haru Shibata and Jack Lai engaged in lively banter as they clinked glasses.

Haru Shibata: (raising his glass) Can you believe we're here? This party is unreal.

Jack Lai: (grinning) Totally. Did you catch the energy on stage? These artists are something else.

Haru Shibata: (nodding) Absolutely. I don't know if I wanna belong to this elite anyway.

Jack Lai: (clinking glasses) Cheers to that.

Haru: You know what could make the night even better?

Jack: Nooooo...(Jack is a bit scared)

Haru: bets...

Jack: What kind of bets?

Haru: Your mission is to give your hotel room number to someone...

Jack : Easy one! To anyone?

Haru: Course not, Let's Say... Tisha Jackson?

Jack: ok, you want me to be completely fucked up in the industry?

Haru : Either Tisha or Jadyn....make your choice!

Jack : What if I win?

Haru: Well, I'll do whatever you want...

Jack : like .. giving rour room number to Layla...

Haru: you bastard (laughing), you guys are so boring with your lesbian fantasies.

Jack Lai: but What do WE do if the two arrive in our room?

Haru: Damn....didn't think about that...

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The after-party of the prestigious awards ceremony was going on with the glamour of the music industry's finest.

Quentin Mac Ewen, the Head of Scouting at Brighton's Head South label, stood out in his classy purple suit and eccentric English dandy flair.

Tonight was different; instead of being surrounded by aspiring talents with demo cassettes, he found himself among the already established stars of the industry.

As he contemplated the room, his eyes landed on the elusive Ashford York. Quentin was determined to engage in a conversation about the ever-evolving music industry, but fate had other plans.

Suddenly, amidst the dazzling lights and chatter, Quentin's gaze was drawn to the bar, where a familiar figure stood. Camille, the famous singtress, known for her enchanting voice and incredible stage presence, was enjoying a quiet moment with her drink.

Quentin, seizing the opportunity, glided across the room with his signature charm and exuberance. With a slight bow, he approached Camille.



Quentin: "Camille, my dear, the room sparkles with stardust, but your radiance outshines even the most celestial bodies. May I join you in this constellation of elegance for a delightful chat?

(with a theatrical flourish) "My dear, the stars have aligned, and here I am, seeking the company of brilliance. I couldn't resist the chance to engage in a musical conversation with a luminary such as yourself."

"Exciting news!" She says. "What kind of music are you working on? Anything like "Tokyo Street Life"? This one was pure coolness."

Cerys: "...as for me I'm caught between wanting to hit the road with my album and the temptation of a relaxing holiday. Plus, you know, juggling label duties...."