In this week’s episode of Look At My Fabulous Life, we meet Demarrco Shakir, a song writer, producer and wanna-be film-maker who is dealing with new-found fame as quite a few of his songs for some pretty famous artists are gaining popularity. Settling into a new home and mingling with people he used to grow up idolizing as well as fielding amorous offers from women he could only dream of just a year ago is making his head do doughnuts! – Tune in next week for a peek into the life of a songstress who has seen better days. Can she get back on top with a new hit? Or will she flame out and take her crew down too?

Somewhere in the Hollywood Hills:

I should not have to call these dudes four and five times about this damn session! Don’t they know that my time is valuable? OMG! Are you serious right now?

Who are you taking to bay?

To myself clearly! I can’t reach anybody! These fools were supposed to be here an hour ago. Damn, I hate dealing with these prima donna dudes. Worse than Mariah Carey. Shit! Ugggh!

Okay hon, you need to calm down. Getting all upset isn’t gonna help anything. Just forget the session for today. You know how they are. They probably just got in from some party. Honestly how much work do you think they will be able to do today. Come here baby.

Naw, I just want to sit here pissed off. I don’t need your hugs and kisses. All that’s gonna do is make me want to cuddle up with you and I can’t afford to do that right now.

Oh really? Being pissed off sounds so productive! Fine, I’ll just take my kisses somewhere else. It seems like I’m your little secret anyway.

Don’t be like that, You know I appreciate you. But you make me weak bay. I need to stay mad so I can at least I can write something of substance. Maybe I can make this anger work for me today since I can’t get anybody else up in here to do anything.

I respect you so much, but I really don’t understand your process. Can I at least hug my man’s neck before he gets into his beasting vibe? I’ve seen you make some good songs without being pissed. Don’t let this life change you.

Change me? You don’t even know me that well. How do you know this isn’t who I really am? Isn’t this what you’re attracted to?

Kiss me and I’ll tell you what I’m attracted to.

Ha! Naw, no hugs baby. I need to create some beats and get some lines down. Damn, don’t give me those sad eyes. You know I can’t stand to see you like that. Come here..

One hug, one kiss, no rubs, no licks… Oh shit!

What baby!

Hmmm, I think I’m onto something…

Uh-oh. I see that look in your eye. I guess the inspiration is coming on huh?

Yep, you’re my muse love. My green-eyed muse. With you I can’t lose. But can you leave me for awhile? I need a few hours and then maybe I can get ahold to the guys. I want to see you tonight though.

I’m not sure I can bay. I have to go see my parents later. They want to discuss my life plan.

Your life plan?

Yeah, they are not happy with my current situation. Being a fashion model is not their idea of what a Wellington should be.

It works for me baby, but you gotta do what you gotta do. You know how to charm them don’t you?

Not really, but I need to figure something out. Because if I don’t spin a good tale, I could be getting cut off.

Don’t worry about that. Just call me later and we’ll put our heads together.

Okay honey, see you later. Muah!

one kiss, one hug, no licks, no rubs

let’s take this slow

dinner and movies

strolls on the pier

let me finesse the caress and romance you my dear

i’m not like the rest

you chilling with the best

no need to rush

we can take some time

taste this lobster, relax your feet, drink this wine

i wanna get to know ya

see how well we vibe and flow

tease your senses

love you endless

make you beg for more

let’s go hear some erotic poetry

sit court-side with jay-z and B

travel to brazil and wales

eat filet mignon and snails

Damnit! Now they wanna call!

What? You want me to do what? I’ve been waiting here all day for you and now you want me to come to some party? What about the songs were were supposed to record today?

Okay! Alright, alright! I’m coming.

This guy you want me to meet better be nice. He get’s 5 minutes to spit and that’s it. Then we’re coming back here to record. I know you’re the stars, but I’m the producer. If we aint producing shit, we don’t get paid. Yeah ok. Peace.

This shit is not all it’s cracked up to be. Look at all these damn boxes. Haven’t even unpacked everything yet. Cavier and movie stars my ass! More like, McDonald’s burgers and dumb ass rappers! I could have been an attorney! Damn!

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