True Jackson.

Hey, I'm True. I was hired to work at Mad Style when I was only fifteen years old. I'm eighteen now, President of Mad Style and In College.

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@TheMaddieRooney ||. Same here, but I looked it up as to why and it shows what they said in this article in an interview & I understand now.

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The #AMAs a couple days ago.

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— and come up with a way to fix that?" She asked, still smiling as she was hinting something to him. [@ArtlessPneuma.]

[True Jackson. @TrueJJackson]

— use a little more work though. No offense at all." She smiled again to reassure him that. "Maybe we can keep in touch, — [@ArtlessPneuma.]

[True Jackson. @TrueJJackson]

— keep doing it." Her eyes then lowered down to rake over his clothes before she looked back at him. "Your clothes could — [@ArtlessPneuma.]

[True Jackson. @TrueJJackson]

— Well, I just came back from a Fashion Show I organized, heading back to New York soon. But I really like guys' music, — [@ArtlessPneuma.]

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"Yeah!" True couldn't help but chuckle at his expression, a wide smile spreading across her lips. "Really? Oh, cool. — [@ArtlessPneuma.]

[True Jackson. @TrueJJackson]

— a smile curved up on her lips. "Yes, I am the president of Mad Style. Have you heard of it before?" She asked curiously. [@ArtlessPneuma.]

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True couldn't help the chuckle escaped her lips when seeing how surprised and curious he was. She nodded her head a bit, — [@ArtlessPneuma.]

[True Jackson. @TrueJJackson]

— once again. She flashed a smile his way, hands behind her back with her fingers locked together. [@ArtlessPneuma.]

[True Jackson. @TrueJJackson]

— York." There she goes, babbling, stoppinh herself as her eyes landed on the floor before she looked up at the Rapper — [@ArtlessPneuma.]

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— sing, myself. But just a little, you know? Nothing major. I'm a Fashion Designer, True is my name. I live in New — [@ArtlessPneuma.]

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— attention towards Kevin once again; listening to what his answer to her previous question. "Wow, that's so cool. I — [@ArtlessPneuma.]

[True Jackson. @TrueJJackson]

— back on Kevin once again, before hearing what his friend said. "You too, Nelson." She smile at him, now turning her — [@ArtlessPneuma.]

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— himself. When hearing the guy correct himself, True smiled again, nodding her head towards him. Her eyes looked landed — [@ArtlessPneuma.]

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— from his as his friend began to speak. One of her brows rise when hearing him introduce his friend, instead of — [@ArtlessPneuma.]

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— her glossy lips while she kept her eyes on his. Her head began to nod when hearing his name, her attention turning away — [@ArtlessPneum.]

[True Jackson. @TrueJJackson]

— but if they were attractive, she would sometimes find herself babbling on with her words. A wide smile then formed on — [@ArtlessPneum.]

[True Jackson. @TrueJJackson]

— at her; but she found herself staring as well. True didn't really have a problem with talking to guys she just met, — [@ArtlessPneuma.]

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[@ArtlessPneuma.]

When the boy who she remembered was rapping turned around to face her, she couldn't help but notice that he was staring —