Barbie.
I received a text this morning to meet up with a special guest. I don't know if this meeting will be fruitful, but I hope it will.
In my office, I waited patiently. I had converted one of the vacant rooms into an office. A desk and chairs were added. It is still being renovated.
I didn't want to tell Ryder who I was meeting with because it would make him queasy. Nobody wants to deal with such people. Above all, I was relieved that I could finally breathe. Kash gave me a flash drive with about fourteen songs in it. His and Stacy's. Each has seven songs, enough for an album.
All that remains is for the producers to go through it, get the beats, and create a music video for them , and then bam! Get everyone to hear it.
Take that Ted!
That is not all. Stacy's song has over thre
