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.
