Location: Burbank, California

sat anxiously in front of a panel with a movie script in hand, she cleared her throat setting it aside to show she had memorized her lines.

"Nigga you got three days to come up off my money if I don't see it within seventy two hours you done"

The director John Singleton held up his hand to stop her from reciting anymore lines.

" It's not right"

"What should I improve on?"

Erin typically played the prim and proper role which was easy because it was partially who she was in reality but this, this was far from her comfort zone.

"I admire the time you took to memorize your lines but did you take the time to actually read and understand the script?"

"Yes it's loosely based on Queen Pin who had a huge roll in the crack epidemic in South Central during the eighties"

"Correct but what you just did was not it at all, have you ever heard of a drug dealer from South Central speaking proper?"

Erin couldn't come up with a memory of when she had ever heard or witnessed a drug dealer from South Central speak.

"It shows" John tapped his pen on the table resting his chin in his palm staring at Erin intently, she tried her best to keep on a brave face but felt the looks of judgment from the panel.

"What do you suggest I do to better with my performance?"

"Simple stop using fancy words and lose the I'm rich look you have going on"

The panel laughed in unison at how John had read her, excluding himself who looked to each side of the table with an unamused look on his face.

" Would you all give me a moment with Miss Erin?" John asked agitatedly, the few panel members obeyed standing and exiting stage left.

"I can do better"

"I don't want better, I want phenomenal"

John stood up walking around the table sitting on top of it, folding his hands into his lap. Again he looked at her closely.

"Do you know why I chose you specifically for this role Erin?"

"Because you think I'm a good actress?" Erin dragged out.

"No, not with the mediocre roles you accepted over the course of your career"

John told her truthfully, Erin frowned up her face slightly offended at how he described her work that she believed was her best.

" I chose you because you needed to be challenged to make yourself a good actress and to also prove that you can take on more than the stereotypical, high maintenance, bimbo ass woman"

"I'm open to anything that can help me get into this role"

"No, you aren't, you came up in here today reciting lines lazily thinking you already had the role so therefore you didn't need to wow any of us"

Erin poked her tongue at the inside of her cheek, John had told no lies about her actions in the auditions, she woke up this morning confident that they had already turned everyone away to hand her over this role.

"How do I study to bring this character to life?"

" It depends on how bad you want this role, I passed up Taraji to give you a chance at filming what could be your break out role and already I'm feeling like I should call my girl back and go with someone I know can kill it instead of taking a chance on some intitled ass actress"

"No! I promise, I want it so bad"

"I'll give you some advice on how to get into your character"

Erin leaned forward so she could show her interest in wanting to become a better actress and show her true work ethic.

" You go down into South Central and try to find a drug dealer that is willing to show you the ropes and teach you their lifestyle"

Erin laughed, there was no way she would be caught dead in South Central searching for a dangerous drug dealer, put her life on the line for a role in a movie? Was he serious?

"See at how you laughed at my advice? That shows you don't want this bad enough and I won't waste my time on someone who won't even try to better themselves when given the opportunity especially when I'm putting out a generous amount of money for it"

"I'm suppose to go to where? Compton?"

"No we are filming in the Southwest Crenshaw area, so it's best you go there to get knowledge on the streets"

Erin was born with a silver spoon, she wouldn't know where to begin looking around in the streets for help when she never even stepped foot in those type of areas.

"How long do I have before we come back to film?"

"Three months exactly, how bad do you want it Erin?" John folded his arms peering down at Erin on stage like he was trying to read her.

"Bad enough to go and find a drug dealer to teach me the streets and lingo"

Erin got up grabbing her script, John stood up getting his binder and car keys.

"I'll send you an email shortly of how I want you to live for the next three months and the name of someone for sure I know can show you the way and if he can't than this role really isn't meant for you"

"How can I get him or her to agree on me shadowing them?"

"Money talks bullshit walks"

Erin stood outside the disclosed building not being able to question John further because of the hundreds of cameras surrounding her for just one small smile with her famous dimples.

: JSingleton

Soar Into Your Greatness

Dear Erin, before you accepted this role, I concocted a plan to help you soar into your greatness. This involves months of shadowing the most well-known gang banger and aspiring rapper in Crenshaw by the name of Nipsey Hussle and living the lifestyle of a lower class individual with the following:

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Good Luck, John

Erin read the email twice not believing her eyes, he didn't just want her to live in the hood he wanted her to be hood, her mother Sharon would lose her mind knowing what she was going to do just to secure a role.

Nipsey Hussle criminal record

Drug charges

Gang affiliation

Gun charges

Inciting a riot

Nipsey's rap sheet was lengthy and it frightened Erin, was this who John trusted her with? A repeat criminal? Nothing about him sounded safe everything about him sounded dangerous.

Erin:

John S:

Has Nipsey Hussle ever murdered anyone?

There were no murder charges attached to Nipsey which somewhat put Erin at ease, either he never murdered anyone or he was a professional and knew how to get away with it.

Nipsey Hussle gang affiliation

Crip what? Like what Snoop Dogg was? Like from the movies where they had gun wars with the Bloods over territory and just being rivals?

How bad do you want this?

John's voice rang off in her head, she picked up the script that was worth over ten million dollars once they wrapped and another twenty million if it did well in the box office.

Crenshaw slang

Erin cracked her knuckles and her neck preparing herself to study the slang so she could have a head start fitting into Crenshaw and to earn her brownie points with Nipsey.