This is my attempt to write a fan fiction story lol I thought it would be fun.
Chapter 1
I put on my airbrushed “Wanna Minaj” snapback and my tight faded blue jeans and my lucky purple “I’m not small I'm fun sized” t-shirt and my matching purple high tops. *Sigh* “another day” I thought.
See I’m Onika Maraj born in Trinidad but raised in South Side Jamaica Queens, New York! Yep I rep my city! I’m Onika but I go by Nicki Minaj. Yes Minaj, but not for the reason you think (nasty). I'm an up and coming female rapper and I got the nickname from a manager. He gave me the name because I’m lyrically eating every rap bitch in the building. None of these bitches can do it like I can. Yeah I’m cocky but I’m a bad bitch.
“Ayo Nick! You ready?” That’s Safaree Samuels also known as SB or Scaffbeezy. He’s my best friend/hype man/assistant see he’s way more than a just a hype man.
“Yeah I’m ready!” I yelled back. See today is the day I’m going to meet Wayne as in Lil Wayne, I'm sure you know who he is so I don’t need to explain him. He’s got this new group he’s putting together called “Young Money” and I'm tryna get in, ya know da kid gotta get out there. I was signed with “So Icey Entertainment” with Gucci and I had a manager named Fendi but I had to drop him and his lyin ass mom.
I did one more bad bitch check and went to meet SB at the door. We went to the elevator and to the parking garage and to SB’s rented black Range Rover. We got in the car, set the GPS and pulled out of the hotel parking garage. I live in New York but Wayne saw me and wanted me to come meet him to spit for him so he immediately flew me out to where he was at the moment which is in Greensboro, North Carolina.
30 mins of driving later we arrived at “Underground Sound Recording Studio”. SB was side eyeing me the whole ride here idk why though.
“You ready for this Nick?” he asked with concern in his eyes.
“Yeah I’m ready nigga! You know I don’t get nervous” I replied back playfully hitting him on the arm. Really I'm just fronting I know I'm nervous as hell! This is gonna make or break me so I gotta give it my all.
We walked into the studio and were immediately greeted by a cloud of smoke that smelt like weed. We both looked at each other shrugged and kept on walking deeper inside.
“Yo Baby this girl I was telling you about. You know the one after me on the Come Up” said a low eyed Wayne. I just smiled and stopped in front of Wayne waiting for further instructions.
“Oh yeah, she look good man” said Baby.
I just stood there taking it all in (pauz) “This is the man that could possibly make me one step closer to my dream” I thought.
“So you gon spit for us or wha?” asked Baby “Dang they don’t waste no time” I said to myself.
“Yeah I'm gonna do this freestyle I wrote on the plane over here” I said
“Ight go for it. Don’t be nervous baby” said a now alert (pauz) Wayne
“Tell that bitch with the crown to run it like Chris Brown. He run 3 rounds imma need a hundred thou like China town bitches better bow down oh you aint know bet yall bitches know now fuck I got it done to let em know I'm da one way I ride the drum they salute me in the slum in the 6hun the color of bubble gum I'm wit my nigga spits and my nigga bun crumbs yes I'm the one I'm the motherfuckin one hold more weight then the late big pun bitches talk slick but they aint say nun mad cause I'm bad two sticks in my buns yes sir look what I've done they ru run run when I come bum stickety bum let me tell em where I'm from Queens lil mama go buy us some nice pumps” I finished off my freestyle and was greeted by a massive silence.
