𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐢'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

the studio had become my sanctuary. after the devastating blow of seeing dani in the background of jasmine's instagram post—her promise to break up with jasmine turning out to be nothing more than a cruel joke—i retreated into the familiar comfort of my music. 

the weight of that betrayal had propelled me into a creative frenzy. every morning, i would walk into the studio, greeted by the hum of machinery and the scent of old coffee, and every night, i would leave with my mind buzzing from a day spent transforming pain into melodies.

each day blurred together, filled with the steady rhythm of production sessions. the studio lights cast a soft glow over the mixing boards and keyboards, making the room feel like a cocoon of creativity. 

hours would slip by as i worked tirelessly, fine-tuning tracks, layering harmonies, and weaving my raw emotions into every song. my team had been supportive, but they could only offer so much. this was a journey I had to navigate on my own.

blocking dani's number and social media felt like a necessary act of self-preservation. i had to draw a line in the sand, to reclaim my own story and stop letting her influence my life. 

it wasn't just about protecting my heart from further hurt—it was about asserting my own worth. i was tired of being in stuck in the drama of her juggling her relationship with jasmine. the finality of the block was a declaration that I wouldn't be a pawn in anyone's game anymore.

working on the album became my refuge. I poured every ounce of my heartache into the music, channelling my feelings of betrayal, anger, and sadness into lyrics and melodies. 

so thanks dani for helping me find inspiration for my album, i guess.

even when the news broke that dani and jasmine had finally ended their relationship, I made a conscious decision to keep dani blocked. the album, now a reflection of my most intimate experiences, was scheduled for release soon. the excitement around it was growing, and my team was busy planning the rollout and the accompanying tour.

𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧🎀

don't forget that you're performing at playhouse nightclub hollywood |

are you sure that you don't need me there? |

| yes dw brandy ill be just fine

| plus performing in small intimate venues dont trigger me

i slipped my phone into my purse as my car rolled up to the venue. the night air was electric, and as i stepped out at playhouse nightclub, the neon lights painted a vivid glow on the pavement.

inside, the bass was a rhythmic pulse that seemed to sync with my heartbeat. my pre-release single, "guilt trip," had been buzzing online ever since i teased the snippet. the chorus—about how girls can screw you over worse than guys—had taken on a life of its own, becoming a playful soundbite all over social media.

one thing about me is that i'm not one of those people who think that they were born in the wrong generation. i thrive in this moment of human history, with the internet and all.

the club was a vibrant whirl of energy, perfume-scented air mixing with the promise of a wild night. the interior combined modern chic with retro flair, sleek black walls and glittering chandeliers casting shimmering reflections around the room. 

the stage was set, and the crowd's excitement grew along with the night. i moved with the rhythm, my hips swaying as i made my way to the stage. people began to recognize me, their phones out, recording as i sang along to sunday service by latto, who stood beside me with a bright smile. 

she handed me a bottle of champagne, and i posed for my team, before allowing latto to pour the bubbly into my mouth.

the night was technically for marketing, but who said you couldn't let loose a little?

"girl, do me next!" latto shouted over the music, and i grinned as i poured champagne into her mouth, laughing. 

i glanced over at the DJ, who was signalling that it was almost time for my performance.

"i'm going to perform now, make sure to take snaps of me." i told latto, who playfully smacked my ass before i hopped onto the stage. 

i flashed her a teasing smile before heading towards the dj booth, where he slowed the music and made an announcement.

"we got rnb royalty in the building y'all. give it up for skai!" the crowd erupted in cheers as i waved to them and grabbed the spare mic from the dj's s booth.

"hey y'all!" i laughed into the mic, feeling the alcohol from the pregames back at my house loosen my tongue. "how are we feeling tonight? now, i got to know—who's been fucked over badly in this club? if you've been hurt, make some noise!"

the response was overwhelming—almost everyone yelled, their collective voices shaking the venue. even the dj joined in, causing me to stumble back slightly as i laughed. 

"it sucks, doesn't it? well, don't worry, i've got the perfect song for you to let out all that frustration and shake your asses. here's to saying 'fuck' to our exes and anyone who's done us dirty! dj, drop the track!"

the music began with a sultry beat, and i stepped into the spotlight, my outfit hugging my curves and glinting under the stage lights. 

the audience was captivated as i moved to the rhythm of my single, every beat seemed to echo the frustration and heartache i'd poured into the song, whilst making it playfully and easy on the tongue as it explored the messy end of my relationship with dani.

midway through the performance, as i slid my hips provocatively to the beat, i felt an undeniable pull. my eyes, scanning the crowd, locked onto a familiar figure standing near the back. there was dani, her presence drawing me in, in between the chaos of flashing lights and swirling bodies. 

she was casually slouching comfortably on a sofa in her section, her gaze fixed intently on me. the dim lighting played tricks, casting shadows that made her look almost ethereal, her eyes dark and piercing.

the chemistry between us was electric, even from across the room. despite the noise and the thumping music, our eye contact felt like an intimate conversation—silent but charged with a raw intensity. 

i danced closer to the edge of the stage, my eyes never wavering from dani's. i knew she was watching every sway of my hips, every twist of my body. my outfit, a tight black dress that glittered under the stage lights, accentuated my every move, making it impossible for dani to look away.

the crowd around dani seemed oblivious to the silent exchange between us. i could see dani's face, her expression a mix of awe and something else—something that felt like regret. her eyes followed my every movement, a touch of vulnerability in her gaze.

as the song finished, the crowd erupted in applause, but my focus remained on dani. as i took a breath and smiled, I saw dani's expression change rapidly. not one day went by without thinking about that girl, no matter how badly she hurt me.

i was feeling chaotic tonight. what were the chances that the person who my song is written about, was watching me perform it right in front of them. 

my team helped me hop off the stage as they surrounded me, praising me on my performance. i smiled trying to stay present in the conversations happening around me however i couldn't help but glance towards dani who was no longer sitting at her spot, in fact she had disappeared.

i couldn't help but feel excitement by her presence, even though i hate her guts. it was like i never learn my lessons, but tonight i was doing shit for the plot, blame the tequila. i'll probably regret it in the morning.

𓏲𝄢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝!