Myome nodded. “Let me see what I can do.”
“Ain’t no letting you see.” I adjusted a knob. “Get in that shit and do it.”
Myome rolled her eyes but got up and headed into the booth.
I restarted her and let her sing it all the way through, then had her do it again and again.
After the third recording, I had her switch to background vocals and started stacking them.
Myome’s alarm went off at six-fifty and she came out of the booth and collapsed beside me.
“How’s it looking?” she asked.
“Good.” I nodded. “Let me have it for the night. I’m going to clean it up, piece together what I like, and have you fill in the blanks and the background vocals sometime tomorrow if you’re free.”
“That actually sounds amazing.” Myome smiled. “How much is this costing me?”
“Fuck out of here.” I snickered.
“What?”
“You couldn’t afford my work if I gave you the price,” I said simply.
I locked in what we had so far and put a copy on my drive before handing Myome hers back. When I looked back at her, she was still staring at me, frozen in shock.
“What?” I asked seriously.
“You talk a lot of shit, nigga.” Myome scoffed and jerked her jump drive from my hand.
“I wasn’t talking shit. I was being honest. Shit. Your label didn’t sound like they wanted to throw the money in for the production I’m doing now. I can’t imagine you’ve made enough on your own to pay me for my work, especially considering y’all don’t even have an album out.”
“Yeah, alright, Berlin.” She dragged my name out and I lifted an eyebrow.
I grabbed the chair she was in and jerked her in close.
“The fuck you just call me?” I asked.
Myome glanced up at me and smirked.
“Yeah, alright, Berlin,” she repeated.
“I’m gon’ end up having to hem yo’ lil ass up one of these days, huh?” My eyes searched Myome’s and I could have sworn she smiled even wider at the threat.
“You can try, but I’m not Niecy.”
I chuckled. “What does that mean, Myome?”
“You’re damn sure not about to put me in a headlock and go off to brag about it. You would be getting stabbed expeditiously. I promise.”
I laughed even harder. “I like that.”
“So you like crazy women?”
“I like women who stand on business and have ambition and self-respect.” I pulled up Radiant Reverie’s music and adjusted everything for their session. I looked over at Myome. “But being crazy is a plus.”
“So you can play the victim or what?”
“What?”