Prelude

                                    

                                          
Amara sits in her chair at the studio in north london.It was 2 am and she was exhausted she had been there for about 7 hours now and she desperately wanted to go home but alas her manager mother had been watching her like a hawk.Ever since she had been signed her mother had got meaner,colder than ever.She reminded Mara that she needed to get a album out like a daily affirmation and to say the least.Amara was sick of it she was tired of the sleepless nights at the studio she was tired of everyone judging whenever she missed a note.She was just tired in general.She wanted to go back to what she loved.What got her into the industry.
Singing 
Singing brought her immense joy.Singing was the only thing that got her through life.She needed it.But what she was going through now wasn't singing.Well it technically is but it's also dance rehearsals, it's dieting, it's even acting .But the last one wasn't that bad.Acting was fun for her not as fun as singing but it still was.
"Amara!"
Amara sits up out of her daze and stares at her mother, the two now alone in the room.
"What the hell are you doing! We have to finish this record, it's the last one!" Chinara whisper-shouts at her daughter, her igbo accent prominent in her voice.Amara sighs and stands up slighting swaying because of her tiredness."Mum I know and I'm sorry but I'm tired can we just pick this up tomorrow?" Mar says and she all of a sudden feels a sharp hot sting on her face.She places her hand on her slightly red face and stares at her mother who just stood there with a look on her face that screamed disappointment. "Pick this up tomorrow? You want to pick this up tomorrow?" Amara's mother shrieks, throwing Amara's songbook at her daughter.Mara swiftly dodges it and picks it up.She looks up at her mother who's waiting for her reaction kind of guilty.Mara swiftly wipes her eyes not wanting to cry in front of her mum.She nods and apologizes walking into the studio.The music soon starts to play in her ears
Song at top starts playing 
And now I cannot trust you
And I'm forced to let you go
That's what spreadin' thin on us do (baby, you're the reason)
Hate to see you lose control
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The song ends and Mara sighs hoping this was the last take.She just wanted to go home.Could she just float away.


A/N
if anyone is seeing this as an update i'm editing the book cus i think this shit is hella cringy!
so yeah this is just an extended intro