Gangster to Idol

There, framed by the light spilling from the door entered Raneisha, the renowned professional song writer and singer.

Her reputation was legendary — known not just for her incredible performances, but for her demanding, no-nonsense attitude.

She wasn't just any mentor; she was a star in her own right, someone most of them had only seen on TV or in magazines.

Whispers filled the room. "Is that really her?" one trainee gasped.

"No way . . ." another muttered, eyes fixed on her like she was an untouchable goddess.

There were many artists who had risen to fame in the music industry, each earning their own legendary titles — Rap King, Hip-Hop King, Pop Prince, Idol Princess, and so on.

Amidst them all, one name stood above the rest. A title reserved for only one woman: The Queen. And that woman was none other than, Raneisha.

Her title wasn't just because of her stunning good looks or breathtaking charisma, though she had both in spades. It was her angelic voice, her unmatched dance moves, and her ability to transform every note she touched into something extraordinary.

Raneisha didn't just dominate the charts — she owned them.

Whenever her music dropped, it wasn't just another release. It was an event, and the music world stopped in its tracks.

Her albums topped the Billboard charts every time, shattering records, setting new trends, and leaving other artists in her wake.

She wasn't just popular — she was a force of nature.

In fact, Raneisha held a record that no other female artist could come close to. She was the only woman in the Record of Fame, the most prestigious title in the world, to win more music awards and trophies than anyone could count.

And she didn't just win, she swept.

Year after year, stage after stage, her collection of accolades grew like a monument to her talent and relentless work ethic.

But what truly made her legendary was her gift for music creation.

Some said Raneisha could make a hit out of anything. Whether it was a simple hum, a walk across the room, or even the sound of her brushing her teeth — every mundane sound she touched became a masterpiece.

There were wild stories whispered among her fans and even her peers. Rumor had it that one time, she produced a platinum track after coughing during a recording session.

And when she sneezed? It became a viral sensation, climbing the charts like wildfire.

Raneisha didn't just follow trends, she set them. Her influence stretched across genres, and everything she did seemed to birth a new era in music.

Artists idolized her, producers clamored to work with her, and the world couldn't get enough.

The Queen wasn't just a title; it was her legacy.

Every artist aspired to be like Raneisha, but deep down, they all knew — there could only ever be one, Queen, in the industry.

"Raneisha!"

"It's Raneisha!"

"Oh my god, C.C., pinch me!" Leo gasped, his voice trembling with excitement.

Cain didn't hesitate — he reached over and pinched Leo hard on the shoulder.

Leo yelped, snapping out of his trance. "Argh!" He flinched, rubbing his shoulder with a pained expression. "Y-you . . . you really pack a punch."

Cain ignored him, his focus wasn't on Leo. His eyes were locked on the woman standing at the front of the room.

"All right, everyone, listen up," Raneisha said, clapping her hands to get their attention.

Her voice — just her normal speaking voice — was enough to make the room fall into a hushed silence.

Leo sighed, practically melting. "Her voice is so angelic."

Cain crossed his arms, staring intently at the legendary artist.

Raneisha stood there with an air of effortless confidence. Her long, silver-white hair was tied neatly behind her back, and her amethyst eyes glinted behind a pair of stylish glasses. She wore nothing extravagant — just a simple white shirt, jeans, and a watch. No jewelry, no flashy accessories. And yet, her presence was overwhelming.

"She looks simple, but so stunning," Fifi commented, teasing Cain. "You might want to wipe your mouth — you're drooling."

Cain scoffed, brushing her off. "I'm not drooling."

"Oh? Then why are you staring so hard? What's on your mind?"

"I'm just thinking . . . If she's the number one singer in the world, maybe she can help me find my voice."

Fifi blinked, surprised. "You don't have a problem with her being a woman?"

"As long as we don't touch, it's fine."

Fifi studied Cain seriously. This was new. Normally, he would avoid women or act distant, but now he was actually willing — maybe even eager — to work with Raneisha.

It was a first, and she wondered if Cain had finally reached the end of his rope in his quest to find his voice.

"Since there are only around twenty of you, I'll work with each of you one-on-one today," Raneisha announced, flipping through the files in her hand. "Everyone except Rika, please wait outside." Enjoy more content from m-v l'e|m,p| y- r

There was a moment of hesitation as the group processed her words. Then, Raneisha glanced up, her poker face cracking ever so slightly. "You can go now."

With that, the group scattered, filing out of the room in disbelief.

Outside, the trainees buzzed with excitement, whispering about the legendary artist they had just encountered. No one could believe it — Raneisha, the Queen herself, was going to be their mentor.

"Can you believe RRR managed to get her?"

"I thought she was too busy for stuff like this!"

"She is! She turns down billionaires and presidents, and now she's here?"

Raneisha was known for her unpredictability. One minute, she'd reject a project, no matter how big or prestigious. Even if the President of the country asked her personally, she wouldn't budge. But the next minute, she'd dive headfirst into something no one expected, completely unstoppable once she made up her mind.

And right now, Raneisha needed a change of pace. She'd been stuck in the middle of songwriting for over a month, hitting a creative block for the first time in her career. It was driving her insane.

This never happened to her before — Raneisha was always in control, always on top. But lately, she felt like she was chasing after something she couldn't grasp. Every song she tried to write fell flat, every melody felt empty.

So when the offer from RRR came in, she shocked everyone by accepting it. Maybe working with these trainees, interacting with fresh talent, would spark the inspiration she needed to break through her block.

It was a long shot, but it was better than staying stuck in her studio, wrestling with songs that refused to come to life.

Raneisha had conquered the world with her music, but even a Queen needed new challenges.

Maybe, just maybe, these rookies would help her find what she was missing.