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18.54% Convict to King / Chapter 28: Date and Listeners

Chương 28: Date and Listeners

As Arell stood before the mirror, dressed in his carefully chosen outfit for his date with Aisha, he couldn't help but admire the reflection staring back at him. His light pink True Religion shirt hugged his frame perfectly, while a pair of well-fitted jeans completed his ensemble.

 

Despite the simplicity of his attire, Arell exuded style, a testament to his innate sense of fashion. Running a hand through his hair, he ensured that every strand was in place before flashing a smile at his reflection.

 

Taking one last look in the mirror, Arell straightened his posture and squared his shoulders, ready to face whatever the night had in store. With a final adjustment to his outfit, he grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

 

As he made his way to the restaurant where he had planned to meet Aisha, Arell couldn't shake the feeling of nervousness that gnawed at the pit of his stomach. It wasn't often that he found himself in such a position, but there was something about Aisha that made him want to impress her, to show her the best version of himself.

 

Arriving at the restaurant, Arell took a deep breath and pushed open the door, stepping into the warm glow of the dimly lit interior. Scanning the room, his eyes quickly found Aisha sitting at a secluded table near the back, her smile lighting up her face as she caught sight of him.

 

His own eyes brightened as he spotted Aisha's welcoming smile. With a nod of acknowledgment, he confidently approached her table.

 

"Hey there, Aisha," Arell greeted her warmly, his voice carrying a touch of smoothness. "You're looking stunning tonight."

 

Aisha's smile widened at the compliment, her eyes sparkling with appreciation. "Thank you, Arell," she replied graciously, gesturing for him to take a seat. "And might I say, you're looking quite dapper yourself."

 

Taking the offered seat, Arell settled in with an easy grace. "Well, thank you kindly, Aisha," he responded with a nod of gratitude. "I always strive to make a good impression, especially in the presence of a queen such as yourself."

 

Aisha's laughter bubbled forth at the compliment, her demeanor warm and inviting. "You have quite the way with words, Arell," she remarked, a playful glint in her eyes.

 

As they settled into their seats, Arell couldn't help but feel a sense of ease wash over him in Aisha's presence.

 

"So, how was your day, Aisha?" Arell inquired, his tone sincere as he leaned forward slightly, genuinely interested in hearing about her experiences.

 

Aisha's smile brightened at the question, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "I've had alot going on actually," she began, her voice animated as she recounted her day's adventures. "I had a meeting at work this morning, and then I met up with a friend for lunch. We ended up exploring some new art galleries in the city."

 

"You sound like you enjoyed it," Arell remarked, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "As for me, well, it was busy as usual, got holed up in the studio all day."

 

Aisha's smile widened at his response. "I listened to the three songs you released. Your Talented."

 

A pleased grin spread across Arell's face at her praise, his chest swelling with pride. "Thank you, Aisha," he said sincerely, his voice filled with gratitude. "I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed the songs."

 

As they continued to chat and enjoy each other's company, Arell couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. In Aisha's presence, he felt understood and appreciated, and he knew that this evening was just the beginning of something special.

 

Arell's gaze softened with concern as he turned his attention to Aisha's well-being. "And how's your grandmother doing?" he asked gently. "I remember you mentioning that you've been taking care of her."

 

Aisha's expression softened at the mention of her grandmother, a flicker of warmth shining in her eyes. "Thank you for asking, Arell," she replied appreciatively, a soft smile gracing her lips. "She's hanging in there, but it's been a bit challenging lately. She's such a strong woman, though, and I'm grateful to be able to spend time with her."

 

Arell nodded understandingly, a sense of admiration for Aisha's dedication to her family evident in his gaze. "It's admirable how devoted you are to her," he remarked sincerely, his tone laced with respect. "I'm sure she appreciates having you by her side."

 

Aisha's smile widened at his words, a sense of warmth spreading through her. "Thank you, Arell," she replied warmly, her voice tinged with gratitude. "She's the one who raised me, so it's only natural that I take care of her now."

 

Arell felt a pang of heat in his chest as thoughts of his grandmother flooded his mind. With a fond smile, he began to share stories about her with Aisha.

 

"You know, my grandmother raised me too," Arell started, a nostalgic twinkle in his eyes. "She raised me after my parents abandoned me when I was young. She was tough as nails, but she had the biggest heart."

 

Aisha listened intently, captivated by Arell's words.

 

"I remember she used to cook the most amazing meals," Arell continued, a soft chuckle escaping him. "Even when times were tough, she always made sure there was food on the table. And her stories… oh, the stories she used to tell. She had a way with words that could transport you to another world."

 

As Arell spoke, Aisha could feel the depth of his love and admiration for his grandmother shining through. It was clear that she had played a significant role in shaping the person he had become.

 

"We had a… disagreement of sorts and she passed away a few years ago," Arell admitted softly, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "But her memory lives on in everything I do. I like to think that she's watching over me, guiding me along the way."

 

Aisha reached out and placed a comforting hand on Arell's, offering him a reassuring squeeze. "She sounds like an incredible woman," she said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "And I have no doubt that she's proud of the person you've become."

 

Arell met Aisha's gaze, a grateful smile playing on his lips.

 

Arell decided to steer the conversation toward lighter topics. "So, tell me about your childhood, Aisha," he said. "What was it like growing up for you?"

 

Aisha's smile widened as she reminisced about her past. "Well, I grew up in a small town not too far from here," she began, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "It was a close-knit community, and everyone knew each other. I have fond memories of playing with my friends in the neighborhood."

 

As she spoke, Aisha's eyes lit up with the joy of recollection. "My parents worked hard to provide for me," she continued. "I'll always be grateful for the love and support they gave me."

 

Arell listened intently, captivated by Aisha's stories of her upbringing.

 

"It sounds like you had a wonderful upbringing," Arell remarked, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "Your parents must be proud of the person you've become."

 

Aisha nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I hope so," she replied, her voice tinged with warmth. "I owe everything to them."

 

As they delved into conversation about their childhoods, Arell's mind suddenly flashed back to their earlier discussion about branding with his friends and Aisha's passion for clothing. It dawned on him how he missed an opportunity by not involving Aisha in his ventures.

 

A subtle pang of regret swept over him as he realized his oversight. He shook his head, a sigh escaping his lips, but he quickly composed himself. "I just realized something. I completely forgot that you work at Threads."

 

Aisha's eyebrows lifted in mild surprise. "Oh, you came by just a few days ago," she replied, a curious expression on her face. "Why's that relevant either way?"

 

Arell chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck. "Well, it's just that earlier, when we were talking about my plans and passions, I completely overlooked the fact that you're deeply involved in the fashion industry," he explained, a rueful smile playing on his lips. "And, well, it got me thinking…"

 

Aisha leaned forward, her interest piqued. "Thinking about what?" she prompted, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

 

"I want to start my own clothing brand, something that reflects my style and vision. And, well, I think you're the perfect person to have on board."

 

Aisha's eyes widened in surprise, a smile slowly spreading across her face. "Arell, that's… that's incredible," she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

 

A wave of relief washed over Arell, replaced by a surge of excitement at the prospect of collaborating with Aisha on his clothing brand. "It's good to know you're interested in the idea," he said, a wide grin spreading across his face.

 

Aisha's smile widened, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. "Count me in, Arell," she replied. "Let's make this happen."

 

As they continued to discuss their ideas and plans for the clothing brand, Arell couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose and excitement.

 

 

(Scene Break)

 

 

In the heart of the bustling neighborhood, a sleek car with tinted windows sat parked, its doors wide open. The bass-heavy beats of hip-hop music thumped through the air, drawing a small crowd of people who gathered around the vehicle, their heads nodding in time with the rhythm.

 

At the center of the group stood a mam, leaning against the car. Dressed in bold colours and adorned with flashy jewellery, he exuded an aura of confidence and authority.

 

Opposite him, a young artist stood with a portable speaker, his fingers dancing over the controls as he played his latest track.

 

As the song came to an end, The man pushed himself off the car, his voice cutting through the sounds of the street. "Aye Sergio you got something here."

 

The young artist's eyes widened in disbelief. "I appreciate that, Thug," the young artist replied, his voice tinged with gratitude. "I've been grinding for this, putting in the work day in and day out."

 

Another tall figure with a confident swagger, stepped forward from the crowd. Dressed in designer clothing and dripping with expensive jewelleries.

 

"I told you, Thug," He chimed in, his voice smooth. "This nigga right here got heat for days. We need to sign him to Rich Gang, no question."

 

Thug nodded in agreement, a smile spreading across his face. "Heard you Quan," he said, turning to the young artist with a grin. "Welcome to the family, Sergio."

 

"Thanks, man," Sergio replied, his voice filled with gratitude as he accepted the offer. "I won't let you down."

 

Quan, nodding in approval, turned to Thug. "Yo, Thug, let me get the speaker real quick," he said, gesturing toward the young artist's portable device. "I got someone else I want you to hear."

 

Thug nodded, passing the speaker over to Quan with a curious expression. "Who you got for me?" he asked, intrigued by Quan's enthusiasm.

 

Quan pulled out his phone and quickly navigated to a song titled "Granny Crib." With a confident smirk, he hit play, allowing the music to fill the air with its infectious beat and catchy lyrics.

 

As the song played, Thug's eyebrows lifted in surprise, his head nodding in time with the rhythm. A grin spread across his face as he listened intently.

 

"Damn, this fire, Rich," Thug exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "Who's the artist?"

 

Quan grinned, a sense of pride evident in his demeanor. "His name's Arell Rose," he replied.

 

"Arell Rose, huh?" Thug mused, a thoughtful expression crossing his features as he listened to the tracks. "He's got talent."

 

Quan nodded enthusiastically, a sense of validation washing over him. "I'm telling you, he's got more heat too, he just started dropping." he remarked with a grin.

 

As the music filled the air, Thug couldn't help but keep nodding along. "We need him on Rich Gang," he declared.

 

Quan's grin widened, his confidence radiating. "Me and Keem were going to hit him up for a studio session, you could past through." he said, already envisioning the possibilities of collaborating with Arell Rose.

 

With a nod of agreement, Thug turned his attention back to the music.

 

Little did Arell know, his music had continued to make waves, drawing attention from influential figures like Thug and Quan. As his name and songs echoed through the streets, more people became familiar with Arell Rose, leading to a sudden increase in listeners within a singular day.

 

The possibilities of his future seemed to expand with each passing moment.

 

Back at the restaurant, Arell and Aisha continued their conversation, their bond growing stronger with each shared story and moment of connection. As they discussed their shared passion for fashion and their dreams for the future, Arell couldn't shake the feeling of excitement that bubbled within him.

 

"I'm so glad we're on the same page about starting this clothing brand," Arell said, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

 

Aisha smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I couldn't agree more, Arell," she replied. "I can't wait to get started, we could definitely start off with that idea for hoodies and bonnets."

 

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of their food, but even as they enjoyed their meal, their minds buzzed with ideas and plans for their new venture.

 

 

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