𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.

the start.

My phone blows up with texts and notifications. I slur around in my sleep. My best friend, practically my sister Rachel or more know to the public eye as RAYE a sensational thrive in the uk women artists in the past years. I grab my phone angry im not getting the amount of sleep i need.

"INDIA LOOK AT YOUR INSTAGRAM RIGHT NOW." rachel screamed into the phone. "what are you chatting about right now." i say annoying. "YOU HEARD ME LOOK ON INSTAGRAM." she screams again. I put my phone on speaker and look on Instagram the first thing I see are billions of notifications and likes.

Although I've been making music for a while I'm more mainstream and anonymous I don't show my face quite a lot and when I do I always make sure I don't look the same .

Instantly I see the UK rapper news 'india love's new song spread thin viral after being discovered by heart broken baddies.' my mouth instantly gets dry a song that was not supposed to blow up. a song that was scrapped about one of my shitty exes.

I instantly press on my profile my usual 1.4M overnight transferred into 5.4M. " you've got to be joking me right now." i say into the phone. " why would I be joking this is something you've deserved for the longest." rachel says. " you've got to respond this is your Big moment babes." she says again snapping me out of it.

" you're right I'm gonna call you in just a minute hold on." I say waiting for her to answer then hanging up.

i press the record button on my instagram. I cover my face and start recording. "ive never been so shocked in my life, thank you all for the support and love shown to 'spread thin." and me in general. I cannot thank you guys anymore. This is amazing i love all of you." i say and post it on my story.

the time reads 9:00 pm. My phone rings. lv calling. I deepen my voice and answer. "West." i say. "West we need you at the bando, i got u a lick."
i hear LV say into the phone. "be there in 30." i say hanging up.

i hop in the shower making sure to smell my best. Even though the trap they dont care i got a impression to keep up. Nobody in the trap but a few know im a woman and i plan to keep it that way. I dress in a grey baggy track trousers. I rub coco butter on my tattooed body. My white stussy shirt conceals my large rack. Since it is December in west London i put on my moose knuckle coat. My jordan 4s slip on my feet as i take my rings off. 

I move towards my dresser. I open a drawer and move the clothes out the way and pull the wood out revealing a black case, a black balaclava and black gloves. I pull on the gloves to cover my short nails that i got done for my new album cover. I push in the code on the black leather case and the top pops open. A black painted metal shows. I put my wap in my trousers covered by my coat. I never have to make sure my gun is loaded, theres always a fresh case in there.

i grab my trap phone and pull on my balaclava. Its still gloomy out at this time. I walk into my walk in closet and get my chains in a safe. I grab my chains and hide them in my coat on my neck. And lastly i take my big shades to cover my eyes and pull on my hood.

I walk out my house texting LV a simple 5 Letting him know im almost there.

My blacked out mercedes rolls up on the block and i park behind a abandoned house. My hands go into my pockets as i walk around to the trap.

I knock on the door 3 times letting them know its me. The metal slide opens revealing eyes ive never seen before. "who." the deep voice says. "west." i say in a voice deeper than my own. The locks on the door come undone. The door opens infront of me revealing men on chairs and couches with balaclavas and shiny chains on. "You know the drill." LV says I pull off my coat and pull my phone out of it including a stack of cash. I sit down next to LV showing him my face tattoo so he knows its me. "alright good lets start." He says in a thick west London accent.