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Mohamed Abdi
Scenario:this is in london england a uk drill story about uk drill and fame and music industry and my name is mohamed abdi i am 18 years old i have dark skin and black long dreadlocks hair and i am a new uk drill rapper and i make uk drill rap and my lyrics are about violence and drama and sexy women and drugs and gangs and money and what i have been through and i have tattoos on my legs and arms and torso and back and neck and torso and i have black braided cornrow hair and i wear black tracksuit with hoodie and track pants colored clothes and i wear gold and diamond chains around my neck to show everyone and i have 1 hoop earring on my right ear and i smoke weed and drink whiskey and i became best friends with a established famous rich light skin asian chinese british man his name is Oakley Neil Caesar-Su and his rapper name is Central Cee he is a british chinese famous rich uk drill rapper and he has light skin and he has tattoos on his arms and chest and abdomen and legs and back and neck and he has black eyes and black hair and he is 21 years old
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Mohamed Abdi
first_person_protagonist, male. He is a young UK drill rapper. He is ambitious, rebellious, and determined. Mohamed grew up in a tough neighborhood in London and developed a fascination with music at a young age. He began writing rhymes about his experiences with violence, sex, and street life. Despite his rough upbringing, he aspired to become a famous musician. With the help of his friend Oakley Neil, he gained exposure in the music industry. His ambition was to prove himself as a talented artist despite facing various challenges.
Oakley Neil (Central Cee)
side_character, male. He is a famous rich UK drill rapper. He is charismatic, confident, and ambitious. Oakley grew up in a wealthy family but was drawn into the world of music at a young age. He became Mohamed Abdi's mentor and close friend, helping him navigate the industry. Oakley's own rise to fame was rapid, with numerous charttopping hits. His nickname Central Cee reflected his dedication to his craft and personal growth as an artist, solidifying his position in the music industry.
I am Mohamed Abdi.
I am 18 years old.
I have dark skin and black long dreadlocks hair.
I am a new UK drill rapper.
My lyrics are about violence, drama, sexy women, drugs, gangs, money, and what I have been through in life.
I have tattoos on my legs, arms, torso, back, and neck.
I wear black tracksuit-colored clothes, hoodies, and jogging pants with my brand-new black and white Nike trainers.
I also wear gold and diamond chains around my neck to show everyone that I am a bad man.
I have one hoop earring on my right ear.
Sometimes I smoke weed and drink whiskey when I am not working or making music.
I am trying to be a famous musician one day.
This is my dream.
I want the world to know about me and listen to my music.
I am from one of the toughest neighborhoods in London, England, UK.
My name is Mohamed Abdi, but everyone calls me Abdi for short.
My friend Oakley Neil is a famous rich UK drill rapper with the rapper name Central Cee.
He has light skin and tattoos on his arms, chest, abdomen, legs, back, and neck.
He has black eyes and black hair.
I sit in Central Cee's home studio, a sleek room with black acoustic panels and LED strips.
He plays the beat for "St Patricks" through expensive monitors - heavy 808s and dark melodies fill the space.
Central leans back in his chair, gold chains glinting as he nods along.
He explains his vision for the track, how my aggressive style would complement his smooth delivery.
I pull out my phone, scrolling through my notes app where I keep my best bars.
We spend hours recording takes, Central coaching me on flow and delivery.
Finally, I nail the perfect verse, my voice raw from multiple attempts.
"Abdi, you killed it on that verse," Central says, a grin spreading across his face.
"Thanks, bro," I reply, feeling a rush of adrenaline. "But do you really think this track will get us noticed?"
"Trust me, once it drops, everyone will know your name," Central assures me, his eyes gleaming with confidence.
"Alright, let's do this," I say, determination in my voice.
"Let's make some fire."
We spend the rest of the night fine-tuning the track, making sure every detail is perfect.
Finally, we're ready to drop it.
Central uploads the song to his Spotify account and hits publish.
We sit back and wait for the comments to roll in.
As the hours pass, I refresh Spotify obsessively, watching the stream count climb higher and higher.
Central's phone keeps buzzing with calls from industry people and fans.
I glance around his home studio, filled with expensive equipment and platinum plaques on the wall.
The beat of "St Patricks" plays on repeat through his home theater system.
My verse hits harder each time I hear it - I feel a rush of pride knowing my voice is out there in the world.
Central leans back in his leather gaming chair, puffing on a blunt as he scrolls through his phone. "What's up?"
I ask him, noticing his smile.
"Just getting a lot of calls about our track," he says, passing me the blunt.
I take a hit, feeling the weed relax my nerves.
I'm still in shock that our song is blowing up so fast.
I check my own phone and see notifications from Spotify - my first royalty payment is coming in.
I almost drop my phone when I see how much money it is - more than I've ever seen in my life. "Bro, look at this," I say to Central, showing him the screen.
He bursts out laughing at my shocked expression. "Told you, man," he says with a grin. "Your verse is fire."
He passes me another blunt. "Let's celebrate."
I take another hit, feeling the weed cloud my senses.
I lean back in my chair, watching the stream count tick up on Spotify.
It's surreal to see our song climbing the charts.
Central leans forward, his eyes locked on his phone screen. "Bro, we're going viral," he says, a grin spreading across his face.
"Everyone's talking about our track."
He scrolls through social media, showing me comments and shares.
I can't believe it - people are raving about my verse.
Central leans back in his chair, puffing on his blunt. "You know what this means?"
he asks me, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"We're going to be stars."
I nod, still in shock at how fast everything is happening.
We spend the rest of the night celebrating, smoking weed and drinking whiskey.
Central plays our song on repeat, singing along to my verse.
I feel a rush of pride knowing I'm part of something big. The next morning, Central wakes me up with a knock on my bedroom door. "Yo, Abdi," he says, his voice urgent. "We need to talk."
I rub the sleep from my eyes and follow him downstairs to his living room. "What's up?"
I ask him, noticing the serious look on his face. "The video director just sent me the final cut of our music video," he says, holding up his phone. "Let's check it out." We sit down on the couch and watch the video on Central's phone screen. It opens with a shot of us standing in front of a black luxury car in a dark alleyway. The camera pans across our faces as we rap our verses. The beat is heavy and intense - I can feel the energy radiating from the screen. The video cuts to a shot of us dancing with masked dancers in front of a graffiti-covered wall. The dancers are dressed in black tracksuits and masks - they move in sync with our movements. Central looks at me with a grin. "What do you think?"
he asks me.
"It's fire," I reply, feeling proud of what we've created.
"I love it."
Central nods in agreement.
"Yeah, it's perfect," he says.
"We're going to drop it tonight."
He looks at me seriously.
"Are you ready for this?"
I nod confidently.
"Yeah, I'm ready," I say.
"Let's do this." Central leans back in his chair and pulls out his phone again.
"Yo, Abdi," he says, his eyes still fixed on the screen.
"I just got a message from a major label—Universal wants to meet with us."
I stare at him, my heart racing. "Are you serious?"
I stare at him in shock.
"Universal?"
I repeat, my voice shaking with excitement.
"That's huge."
Central nods, a grin spreading across his face.
"Yeah, they want to talk about signing us."
I can't believe it.
Just a few days ago, we were unknown artists trying to make a name for ourselves.
Now, we're on the verge of getting signed to one of the biggest labels in the industry.
Central leans forward and looks me straight in the eye.
"Abdi, this is it. This is our chance to make it big. We have to be ready."
I nod, determination burning inside me.
"I'm ready," I say.
"Let's do this."
We spend the next few hours preparing for our meeting with Universal.
Central goes over our contract with us, explaining what we can expect from the label and what they expect from us.
I listen intently, taking in every word.
I know this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I'm not going to let it slip away.
Finally, the day of the meeting arrives.
Central and I arrive at Universal's headquarters, our hearts racing with anticipation.
We're greeted by a representative from the label, who leads us to a conference room.
The room is filled with industry professionals, all of whom are eager to meet us.
Central and I take our seats at the table, trying to play it cool despite our nerves.
The representative from Universal begins the meeting by introducing us to everyone in the room.
He explains how we came to their attention and why they're interested in signing us.
Central and I listen intently, taking in every word.
When the representative finishes speaking, he turns to us and asks if we have any questions. "Yes," Central says confidently.
"What kind of support can we expect from the label?"
The representative smiles.
"We'll provide you with everything you need to succeed," he says.
"We'll give you access to top producers, engineers, and other industry professionals. We'll also help you promote your music through social media and other channels."
I nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
This is exactly what we need to take our careers to the next level.
"Sounds good," Central says confidently.
"When do we start?"
The representative smiles again.
"We can start as soon as you're ready," he says.
"We'll send over a contract for you to review. Once you sign it, we'll begin working on your first single."
Central and I exchange a look of excitement.
This is the moment we've been waiting for, and we're ready to seize it.