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My Rich Famous Husband
Scenario:this is in london england and los angeles and a story about music and love and marriage and adultery and drug use and alcohol use and travels and bdsm and and age difference and explicit nudity and sex content and drama and sexual affair and fame and fans and my name is mohamed abdi and i am from london england and i have a british accent and i am a rich established world famous rich singer and rapper and songwriter and i am 24 years old and i have tattoos on my arms and legs and neck and abdomen and back and hands and i have dark skin and braids and i was born poor and i was raised poor with my parents abdinur abdi he is 49 years old and he has dark skin and my mother layla abdi she is 47 years old and she has dark skin and my sister munira abdi she is 18 years old and she has dark skin and we lived in a run down apartment in brixton london and we almost were homeless countless times and then i got into a studio and released a song and i got a record label and i have released hit albums and hit songs and i toured around the world 4 times and i earned millions of pounds and i am the most rich and famous rapper and singer and songwriter on earth and i have a british accent when i talk or sing or rap
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Mohamed Abdi
He is a 24yearold British rapper and singer from a poor background. He is determined, talented, and impulsive. Born in London to Abdinur Abdi and Layla Abdi, Mohamed grew up facing poverty with his family. After discovering his talent for music, he got a record deal and became a global superstar. Mohamed marries his 19yearold girlfriend, Nala, who was his bookkeeper. Despite his wealth and fame, Mohamed struggles with addiction and infidelity, ultimately leading to the breakdown of his marriage.
Abdinur Abdi
He is Mohamed Abdi's 49yearold father who worked as a mechanic in London. He is hardworking, supportive, and traditional. Born into poverty like his children, Abdinur never finished school due to financial constraints. Despite struggling himself, he provided for his family and remained a stable influence in Mohamed's life. His son's sudden success brought pride and changes to the family's fortune, which greatly impacted Mohamed’s perspective and opportunities.
Layla Abdi
She is Mohamed Abdi's 47yearold mother who managed the family household after moving to a better neighborhood with her family. She is nurturing, resourceful, and strongwilled. Layla played a crucial role in raising Mohamed and his siblings, balancing the household finances and caring for the children while Abdinur worked. Her children's success brought joy and changes to the family's lifestyle, which she embraced with enthusiasm and gratitude.
I was born in a poor family with my parents and a little sister.
My dad's name is Abdinur Abdi; he is 49 years old.
My mom's name is Layla Abdi; she is 47 years old.
My sister's name is Munira Abdi; she is 18 years old.
We all lived in a run-down apartment in Brixton, London.
We were almost homeless many times, but we thank God we were not.
I don't know how my parents managed to feed us and pay the bills on time.
I stepped into the Sony Music Entertainment UK office, my heart pounding with excitement and nerves.
The executives greeted me with warm smiles, offering me a contract.
I signed it, and my journey began.
Over the next six years, I worked tirelessly in the studio, producing four albums across pop, R&B, and rap genres.
I won awards, signed autographs, and embarked on three world tours and four national tours.
My bank account swelled to 100 million pounds.
I sit in my Los Angeles mansion, the phone ringing.
It's a famous director, offering me a chance to create the soundtrack for "Young and Fast," a film about a college student and an older, tattooed street racer.
The movie promises intense scenes of sex, BDSM, fights, and racing.
I agree, intrigued by the project.
I walk to my studio, set up my equipment, and start brainstorming themes and beats that could fit the film's raw energy.
I jot down ideas, focusing on capturing the essence of youth, rebellion, and passion.
In my home studio, surrounded by platinum records and state-of-the-art equipment, I sit at my mixing board.
Jade Wrights, my producer, arrives with her equipment.
She sets up next to me, and we get to work.
I watch as she expertly adjusts the soundboard, her tattooed arms moving in rhythm.
The beats she creates are heavy, R&B-inspired, with a touch of darkness.
I start writing lyrics, inspired by the music.
We discuss the themes of the film: street racing, adult life, and raw energy.
I jot down lines about speed and freedom.
Jade nods in approval.
I finish a verse and hand it to her.
She leans back in her studio chair, her fingers moving over the synthesizer keys.
The haunting notes she plays send chills down my spine.
I grab my notepad, scribbling down lyrics that match the eerie vibe.
The melody grows darker as we layer in bass drops and electronic distortions.
Jade stops suddenly, pointing to a specific beat.
"We can amplify this part," she says.
I nod, watching her twist knobs on the soundboard.
The speakers pulse with our new creation - a perfect mix of melancholy and adrenaline for the film's street racing scenes.
I lean back in my studio chair, watching Jade work the soundboard with practiced movements.
The track we've created fills the room, but something feels missing.
I tap my fingers against the desk, visualizing the film's night racing scenes.
"What about adding some wind effects?"
I suggest, gesturing with my hands to mimic rushing air.
Jade tilts her head, considering.
She reaches for her laptop, scrolling through her sound library.
I stand and move closer to the soundboard, pointing to specific sections where the whispers could enhance the underlying tension.
Jade nods, her eyes lighting up with understanding.
"Yeah, that could really bring out the intensity," she agrees, already layering in the sound.
As the wind effects blend seamlessly with the track, I realize we've captured the film's essence perfectly.
I watch as Jade's fingers dance across the soundboard, making minute adjustments to the levels.
The wind effects whisper through the speakers, building to a crescendo as the bass line thrums beneath.
She glances at me, her expression focused, and tweaks the equalizer one last time.
The tension builds in my chest as the track approaches its climax.
When the bass finally drops, it hits with perfect precision - deep, resonant, and powerful.
The sound fills my studio, rattling the platinum records on the walls.
Jade's face breaks into a satisfied smile, and I can't help but mirror her expression.
"Do you think this will be enough to impress the execs?" I ask, still feeling the adrenaline from the bass drop.
Jade leans back, crossing her arms with a confident grin.
"If they don't feel this in their bones, they're in the wrong business," she replies, her voice full of conviction.
In my home studio, I finish the lyrics for "Ride or Die" in three minutes.
Jade plays the haunting beat she created, and I step into the recording booth, put on the headphones, and sing.
The lyrics are about adventure, sex, rebellion, and first love.
Jade plays the track, and I record the song in one take.
After finishing, I step out of the booth and Jade uploads "Ride or Die" to my Spotify and Apple Music accounts.
We watch as the song quickly gains 40 million streams, hitting number one on the R&B Billboard charts.
The phone rings again, and this time it's the director, ecstatic about our track's viral success.
Jade enters my home studio with a large box in her hands.
I sit on the couch, admiring the triple platinum record plaque for "Ride or Die" that just arrived.
The glossy black surface reflects my face, and I trace my name engraved in metallic letters.
Jade sets down the box and hands me a stack of papers.
"These are the financial projections," she explains.
"The song will be played at both the opening and closing credits of the film. As it releases worldwide, we'll continue to earn royalties."
I stand up, holding the plaque in my hands.
It's heavier than it looks.
I walk over to the wall where my other platinum records hang and find a spot for this one.
Jade watches me with a knowing smile.
"You know, this is just the beginning," she says, her voice steady and full of promise.
I nod, feeling the weight of the plaque in my hands. "Yeah, but it's a hell of a start."
I lift the plaque, studying it under the studio lights.
The wall is already filled with my collection, but I find a spot between my first album certification and the Grammy commemoration.
Standing on a stepladder, I carefully position the mounting brackets, making sure they're perfectly level.
My fingers trace the engraved statistics - 3 million units, worldwide certification.
The plaque slides into place with a satisfying click.
Jade steps back, admiring the wall.
"Looks like we need to start planning for more space," she jokes, her eyes twinkling with ambition.
I laugh, nodding in agreement. "At this rate, we'll need a whole gallery by next year."
After mounting the plaque, Jade suggests we celebrate.
"Let's go to Club Velvet," she proposes, her voice filled with excitement.
"It's an exclusive nightspot in downtown LA. The owner is a friend of mine."
I agree, and we head out into the city lights.
Jade leads the way in her sleek black Mercedes, weaving through the evening traffic.
We arrive at an unassuming entrance, where a bouncer nods us through without hesitation.
The club pulsates with energy, red lights casting a sensual glow over the crowd.
The DJ spins dark electronic beats that reverberate through my chest.
We push our way through the throng of bodies, making our way to the VIP section.
Jade orders bottles of expensive champagne, and we toast to our success.
As we sip our drinks, I watch couples disappearing into private rooms, their bodies entwined in desire.
Jade leans close, her voice barely audible over the music.
"We should dance," she suggests, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I nod, and we make our way to the crowded dance floor.
Our VIP bracelets glow under the strobing lights, a beacon of status amidst the sea of bodies.
The bass reverberates through the floor, making it hard to stand still.
We weave through the sweating bodies, finding a small clearing near the center.
I start moving to the beat, letting the electronic rhythm take control of my movements.
Jade follows my lead, her body swaying in perfect sync.
The champagne buzzes through my veins, loosening my inhibitions.
As the DJ transitions into a slower song, I feel a shift in the atmosphere.
Other clubgoers begin to form a circle around us, their phones raised to capture our performance.
Jade's perfume mingles with the haze from the smoke machine as she steps closer.
Her hand brushes against my arm, sending shivers down my spine.
She leans in, her voice a whisper just for me.
"There's something I've been meaning to tell you," she says, her eyes locked onto mine.
I pause, my heart racing as I nod for her to continue.
