Leaked Information

My manager paces up and down, clearly over thinking this whole situation.

"So how exactly did this sort of information get leaked", I asked him. In an angry voice he says, "by someone digging their nose in shit that's none of their bloody concern". I sit back in my chair and laugh.  "Well ain't this a shitty situation", I exclaim. My manager stops pacing and looks me dead in the eye, "you're not helping K", he says.

"My bad. But what motivated this person to even go digging for information in the first place", I ask him.  "Remember that Rapper from the studio. The champagne and groupies one", he asks me. "Yeah. Wait, wasn't the champagne and groupies thing your idea though", I question him. "Focus K", he yells. "Sorry", I say, "please continue".

"Well that same Rapper was on this show talking about his new song, the one that you wrote right. And there was a question about this particular lyric that goes,

I've made it big in life but only by myself.

I've hit the lottery, but truthfully couldn't afford to share my wealth.

And he failed to answer the question in a convincing manner cause let's be honest he isn't the deepest Trap Rapper. So this person, whose some blogger or stuff like that, did some digging and by some means found out that this rapper had a ghostwriter write that song for him", my manager explains.

"Well what's wrong with that. Artists having ghostwriters isn't something new to the music industry", I ask him with a hand lifted up. "Well that's the thing. The blogger decided to dig a little deeper and found out that this particular ghostwriter has written most of the hit songs out on the Billboard.

And not just the hip hop Billboard, but rather all the genres of music we have clients in", he tells me.

"What's that bad", I exclaim. "Yeah you think", my manager says. "I mean these exposes a lot of genres, hip hop, RnB, Pop, Rock, there was that time you convinced me to do that Country song and I'm pretty sure we've done a few Soul songs", I say. 

"So what now", I ask my manager. "Well thankfully I managed to stop the blogger from digging any further, and getting a name. But they are calling you something. The Ghost of the Music Industry", he tells me.

"The Ghost of the Music Industry, has a nice ring to it don't you think", I ask him. "Well be glad that ring hasn't rung an bells about your identity", he says while going back to pacing up and down. "So how do we handle this", I ask him.  He stops and stands in place. "We use this to our advantage. Yes! Since people know that there's a literal hit machine like you, artists will come flooding to you to write their music. And we charge them double the normal price", he says while clapping his hands.

"And how do we know they won't reveal to the world who I am", I ask him. "They won't trust me. I'll make sure of that. We might need to beef up your security", he states.  "Actually no. Wouldn't that raise suspicions, especially with these nosey bloggers", I suggest to him. "You're right! The best play here is hiding in plain view", he says while looking at me.  "Why the hell are you smiling like this is some sort of an achievement", my manager asks me with a snappy voice. "Oh! I'm just smiling so I don't start over thinking this whole situation", I tell him.

But in reality I was actually smiling because this whole situation meant I was finally being recognised for my talents. Not in the way I had hoped for, but still pretty cool.

I get up from my seat, clapping my hands and telling my manager, "well then back to business.  I have this potential song I wrote during the flight back here. Here's a piece of it". I hand him the paper with the lyrics.

And to think, I used to call you beautiful, but only in how the spite of things really do I seem so pitiful.

I guess that's how it really goes, that you'd turn sour as the sweetness of your supposed love soon slows.

I grantee to find someone better in an hours tops, consider it a win cause losing you wasn't  much of a loss.

I grantee you I'll do the things to her I didn't do to you, and be on top of her just to get over you.

So don't baby, don't you break a sweat, let me do that with her after of course I make her wet.

Let it be the beginning of an end, when I don't prefer seeing  you much as a friend

Running circles around your head and disappearing around the bend.

Let it be over by the long overdue. Let me give you a reason to miss me, but darling I won't be missing you.

You can stick around but I won't stick around with you.

So stay back in town, I'm leaving now not expected to come back around.

Darling this isn't a goodbye, but me flipping you off. It isn't my own flattery to flatter you anymore.

As the spite of things leaves me spiteful towards you.

So say it isn't so, and Oh I'll make it so. And Oh you'd cry for me, but I taste your tears to say I had a bitter sweet taste of you before.

Oh me Oh oh my, you mistook me for being your guy.

"Should I be worried", my manager asks after reading through the lyrics. "Nah. I'm just channeling my inner savage mode that's all", I inform him. "Which artist do think will be the best fit for this", I ask him.  "Strong lyrics like this, need a strong kind of artist. But definitely not someone in hip hop, we need to avoid that genre for things to cool down. Mmh I'll send it out to a Rock artist and see what he says", my manager tells me.

"Well I'll leave you to it. I'm off now", I tell him while making my way out. "And where might you be going", he asks me.

"It's a weekend, so I'm going to turn up", I tell him.