I knew my new friend was a star. She called me her best friend, but Natassia had so many best friends. Kreayshawn was a popular girl that gave enough attention to those she chose as her company; no one she knew could dislike her. Every house she took me to welcomed her with impressed looks and drinks already mixed, because the opportunity to be touched by Kreayshawn’s cool was something to be jumped at. Rapping was fun, and when it was time, how she would make herself heard. Until then, we downloaded Lil B mixtapes and laughed at other young artists trying to network with someone born beyond having to lower herself to something like that. Later, Diplo would e-mail her. Later, girls would make tribute videos and pray for her to comment. She was a brat who wanted to release her own album, and no one that knew Natassia doubted that a Kreayshawn album would be successful; she dressed too cool to fail, talked too much to not get her singles played.