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sparked the interest of an up and coming group who would be shooting a video soon and they wanted to know if I would be in it.
                  Turns out the group was Young Gunz, I didn’t know who they were so I Googled them and I thought the song was pretty decent and I especially liked the chorus which was “can’t stop won’t stop” I thought it was kind of my motto so to me, doing the video was a representation on where I was going with my life and how I felt about my drive to get me there.
                  At the time I shot the Young Gunz video I was fifteen years old. I had never done a music video before so I felt a little clueless as far as what to expect. When I arrived I was taken to hair and makeup and they dressed me in a white blouse that tied underneath my breast and a very tiny schoolgirl skirt.
                  A lot of the girls were actually pretty nice to me and I would soon find out that others did more than what was expected. I was standing on set waiting for my scene to be shot when one of the girls walked up to one of the artists and grabbed his dick. I was taken aback by her actions and confused, I wanted to be sure to make it a point that they knew as well as anyone else that I wasn’t like that. If I was going to be the girl that would take over the world then I had to keep it business and not sell myself short.
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                  I’ve always heard that things happen in three’s whether good or bad and around 2004 things at home slowly started to unravel. Pedro was locked up for being at the wrong place at the wrong time and although it may sound a little selfish, I was really hurt and upset. I can’t say what makes a person do certain things or feel as if they only have so many options left before they take another route because I’ve been in similar situations but when Pedro got sent away I lost the authority figure I had in him as well as my best friend. Even to this day I am still a little bothered by his decision because I felt like he was taken away from us during a time that my family needed him the most.
                  On March 3, 2005 I was in Miami on the set of a video and I just so happened to be in my trailer when I noticed I had a missed call and a text message from my friend Drieka. Her message said that it was urgent and I could tell by the sound of her voice that something was wrong so I immediately called her back. When she answered the phone the first thing she said was that there had been an accident and some guys had drove past the block that Trent was on and mistook him for someone else.
                  Instead of checking to make sure this was in fact the person they were looking for, they opened fire and Trent was shot. He died instantly. I dropped the phone and fell to my knees holding my stomach. It was like time had stood still, I felt alone again, my soul was crying out but not a single tear had fallen nor had a murmur escaped my lips. My heart felt as if it were going to explode in my chest and disintegrate into ash.
                  The one person that I trusted with everything that I had, the one person I loved with my whole heart was gone. I was angry that people could be that senseless, that someone could be that evil and mean to shoot an innocent person. I was mad because that one act had taken away someone dear to me and now I had to figure out a way to live without him.
                  There was suddenly a void in my life that I didn’t know how to fill. I was distraught and I just remember crying non-stop for weeks to the point that I made myself sick. What was I going to do now? Who was I going to confide in? Who would tell me to keep going and never give up?
                  I prayed over and over that it wasn’t true and it took me being at his funeral to realize that he wasn’t coming back. The day of his