His Time Has Come

It seemed like just another monday morning at The Foxberry, but it wasn't. Quan got a call from a
random number, he confusingly answered. It was the office of the YSL rap label.

“Hello, who is this?” Quan answered.

“This is the office at YSL record label” the man answered. “Is this Quan”

“Y...y...y...yeah it is” Quan answered with a stutter, thinking there is no way they offer him a deal.

“We would like to offer you a contract here. What do you think..”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Quan screamed in the phone before he could finish his sentence.

“Ok, well it sounds like you are excited to be working with us, how about we fly you down to Atlanta
and get this all finalized?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Ok well I will text you all of the details, the plane will get you tomorrow morning” said the man.

“Ok, great!” replied Quan. They hung up.

Quan jumped around in his room for about 15 minutes before he called Small Fry to tell him the news.
They were both so excited to be moving to Atlanta and be a part of a great record label.

The morning had come and Quan was already packed. The sun had not even come up yet by the time
they reached the airport. Quan and Small Fry boarded the all leather interior, private jet with drinks and
food. As the plane took off towards Atlanta the sun rose over the tallest town in the small city, The
Foxberry. Quan had found the light, he had finally fulfilled his dreams.

Finding His Place

With the recent death of his friend, Double Wide, Quan was questioning why god brought him into this
life. What was his purpose? Because it definitely was not solely to make music. He started making music
that was different from any rapper you would see today, it was having an effect on the community. It was
uplifting and joyful rap that just made you want to dance to it. The lyrics were real and from the heart,
they really hit you. There weren't just people in the hood playing his music, it was the whole community
and even some parts out of the state. He finally realized that God brought him into this world to lift other
people’s spirits, which eventually would lift his. He liked it, he liked having other people complimenting
him and telling him “great song Lil Q.” So he continued on making this type of music. Soon he was on
almost all of the radio stations saying “this is the new artist out of St. Abel, Lil Q.”  He was being
contacted by labels all around the nation, but he new the one label that he really wanted to sign to, YSL.
YSL was the hottest label in the rap game with artists like Lil Baby and Gunna. His sights were set high
and he knew the only way to get there was to keep grinding in the studio.

The Death of a Member

Although Quan's life seems to be improving with his new friend Huncho, he is still being bothered by
the rival gang, The Blimps. Things were getting hot in the street, afew people he knew were murdering
and getting murdered back. Quan never wanted to be apart of this life but the system brought him into
it.

He heard of killings everyday in the news but his heart came to a stop when he saw the most recent
person fall dead to a drive by shooting to the rival gang, One of his closest friends, Double Wide.
Quan saw the news and called Small Fry to see if he wasn’t dead. He answered the phone to hear
Quan sniffling and tearing up.

“Hello” answered Small Fry.

“Bro, what happened?” asked Quan with tears running down his face.

“It was The Blimps, they shot him and clipped me too” replied Small Fry.

“I can't believe he’s dead, everything was going good in our lives and they just go and murder him like
that, I can't believe it” said Quan.

“Yeah I know, we just have to keep our head up and make it out of this town. Also we are going to have
a funeral on saturday for him. Will I see you there?”

“Yeah, i'll be there” said Quan. They hung up.

Saturday was just three days away and Quan really did not want to go, he couldn't bear to see one of his
best friends, murdered, in a casket, and there was nothing he could do about it.

The day had come and somehow Quan got through it. He sat next to Big Wide's grave after everyone
had left, thinking. Small Fry walked up to him and sat down.

“We’re going to get through this” said Small Fry, “together.”

“Yeah I know” said Quan. “We are going to make it out of this town, through music.”

“Now that's what I like to hear.”

From now on Quan wasn’t just rapping for the fame, he was doing it for Double Wide as well.