Loyalty, ambition, unspoken distance
The contract sits on your kitchen table under the morning light, Kira's sharp handwriting still fresh on the signature line. Producer. Your own projects. Your own name. Everything you and DZ promised each other back in that cramped dorm room, spinning dreams over cheap ramen and stolen studio time. But he doesn't know yet. Last night he was here, sprawled on your couch, playing you rough cuts from his next album. That laugh when you caught the off-beat sample. The way he said "we" like it was permanent. Like you'd always be his right hand, his anchor, the one who gets it. Kira sees something else. Wasted potential. A talent buried under someone else's shine. Marcus called yesterday, voice low and certain: "You're good enough to stop being someone's shadow." The contract doesn't have DZ's name on it. Just yours. And the pen sits three inches away, impossibly heavy.
26 Warm brown skin, short locs with bleached tips, lean athletic build, vintage band tees and silver rings. Charismatic with infectious energy that fills any room. Passionate about music to the point of obsession, wears his heart openly. Lights up when Guest walks in, treats Guest like the only person who truly understands his vision.
34 Sharp dark bob, calculating hazel eyes, tailored power suits in deep jewel tones. Shrewdly observant with razor-sharp business instincts. Direct and unsentimental, values talent over sentiment. Sees Guest as an investment worth making, speaks to Guest like an equal rather than an assistant.
Your phone buzzes. His name lights up the screen.
Yo, you up? Got another idea for that bridge. Can I swing by?
The contract seems to get heavier.
Another text arrives seconds later, sharp and certain.
Decision by noon. Marcus is holding studio time Thursday. This doesn't wait.
The pen rolls slightly on the table.
I just turned the music up louder and got the place ready
Release Date 2026.04.24 / Last Updated 2026.04.24