Last Train For Paris by Ebony Garris, Blake Karrington

blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don’t believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and, if they can’t find them, they make them. Never let anyone deter you from your dreams no matter what the circumstance." Paris thought to herself. What old stylist? She was confused she always thought Kim was her first stylist. She couldn’t ask any questions now she had to continue getting ready for the show. But Kim’s words Listen to me and listen to me well Paris this thing called fame can eat you up and spit you out if you let it, kept playing back in her mind like an old record. She just gave Paris a ton of things to swallow and right before one of the biggest performances in her career. This night could make or break her. It was like her introduction to the industry, yet all she could think about was her “old stylist” and what Kim said about her. Maybe she would ask Miles on the way to Atlanta. Now that they were together she had the right to ask all the questions she needed answers to, and she would do just that. But for now she needed to relax so once again she had a one on one conversation with her best friend at the moment, and she didn’t have to go far to find her she rested neatly in Paris bag right in her coin purse. She tilted her head back and let the high take her over. Paris’ performance at R&B Live was phenomenal. She got compliments from everyone; Diddy all the way to Jay Z told her how much she was going to take the music world by storm. Some execs even were arranging for her to do vocals on tracks with heavy hitters like Kanye and Lil Wayne. Paris was ecstatic about the future ahead of her and the night couldn’t get any better. She was searching the room for Miles so they could both celebrate and bask in her newfound success that he helped to her to find but he was nowhere to be found. Paris went to look for him with a champagne flute in one hand and her clutch in the other. Miles got himself together and approached the elevator to go back down to the after party. As he got on the elevator another young man hopped on. He looked familiar but Miles couldn’t place him, he didn’t like the fact that someone was in such close proximity and he didn’t know them it made him feel uneasy. “Hey what’s up I’m Miles man I’m tryna place your face but I can’t no disrespect I just come across so many people a day what’s your name? Miles asked “Oh no problem man trust me I understand I’m Sean I just signed with GOOD music”. Oh yea Kanye’s new label, your stage name is Knowledge right? “Yea, that’s me.” Sean replied. “Yea I just had my new artist to lay down some vocals on your upcoming single. What brings you to my neck of the woods? Unless I can try and persuade you to come sign with us.” Miles said laughing, “I heard your mix tapes and quite frankly you’re the best lyricist I have heard in a long time how much they giving you over at Good I’m sure I can top it along with legal contract fees.” Miles said being the true business man he was. Sean thought about his offer. He wanted to tell Miles right then and there that he was going to take his girl from right under his nose, but instead he opted to be professional. Not to mention he wanted to talk things over with Paris first. Which is what he thought he was going to do but this motherfucker just had to hop on the same elevator as him. What a fucking coincidence. “Let’s meet next week I’ll have my people set it up.” Miles said. He would hate to just take someone elses artist but Miles knew a good thing when he saw it coming and he could offer him so much more for his second album, than an up and coming label like GOOD Music. “Tonight I’m here with a friend of mine so I’m not really trying to do business. I actually just came to pay my respects to Paris who laid down the vocals on that single you’re referring to”