“You sleeping?”
“Obviously not, Berlin.” I giggled. “What’s wrong?”
“Can you come cut placeholder vocals for me?”
My face twisted in confusion.
“You’re writing a song for someone?”
“Writing and producing,” he corrected. “And it’s for Jameer.”
My voice rose. “You know Jameer?”
“Ay, don’t sound that mothafucking excited about that nigga and get him fucked up, Myome.”
I laughed. “I’m sorry, baby. I guess I just forget how small the industry is and I never really hear about any of your work outside of Rome and Merch.”
“It’s hard not to mention them when they’re always in my damn face.” He paused and I heard him take a hit of his blunt, inhaling and pushing the smoke out. “You gon’ come cut this for me?”
“Yeah.” I yawned. “I’m coming.”
“Alright.”
I set my Kindle down and headed to Drix’s studio where he stood at the soundboard. Music poured out of the room as soon as I opened the soundproofed door. I walked right over and kissed my man.
“You have lyrics for me?”
“Yeah. I got them right here.” He offered me his phone. “Go ahead and sit down and we’ll run through it so I can tell you how I picture it in my brain. Then, we can record it like that, then a second cut of you singing it how you think it fits on the beat so he can have two options.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “I can do that.”
“Alright. Come on. Let’s do it.”
Drix and I got to work, going through the song and making minor adjustments. I wasn’t a professional by any means but I’d been learning a little bit from Drix and apparently I had a goodear because I heard things that were going on and was able to pick out what I wanted or needed added or taken away.
“How you feeling?” Drix asked once we finished our last recording.
“Good.” I nodded. “What do you think?”
“Sounds good.” He nodded. “Let’s send this shit off and get in bed.”
“Early day tomorrow?” I climbed up and stretched.
“Something like that and I know you have a big day ahead of you.”
“Something like that.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned into his body while he saved his file and swapped to his second laptop.
I automatically reached up and ran my thumb over the tattoo of my name and Drix smirked.
I stared at his handsome ass while he finished, then we headed upstairs and slipped into bed together.
I was knocked out in minutes and woke up the next morning feeling amazing. I checked my phone before I even got out of bed, saw no one in my family had responded to my messages, and climbed up to start my day.
I had a meeting with the record label so I needed to look presentable and be on time. I ran through my morning routine then headed downstairs where Drix was sitting at the counter, scrolling through his phone with one hand and holding a coffee mug.
“French toast and eggs are already plated for you,” he grumbled.
“Thank you, baby.” I grabbed the plate and a bottle of water before taking the seat beside him.