I checked my phone as soon as I walked out of the studio and saw Chandler and Rome had both texted in our siblings’ group chat.
Chan Chan: Thank you for that post!!!
Rome: I showed Pops that new ring.
I laughed as soon as I saw Rome’s message and shook my head but responded.
Me: What he say?
Rome: Beautiful ring & beautiful woman. Good job.
I liked it then exited the thread.
While Myome had been spending time at my place, we’d agreed I’d spend a little time at her spot too. She missed being in her place and we weren’t really a couple for her to even be moving into my shit for real, especially for optics. I agreed to stagger a few of the nights with her but I wasn’t looking forward to it.
I didn’t have an issue with her house but that shit was pretty far from the studio I preferred to use.
I got food and sat in a booth by myself while I knocked it down. Then, I ran into a few stores and got duplicates of all the shit I’d need at Myome’s spot as well as spare clothes.
Afterwards, I ran errands, hit the gym, had an online meeting with a brand trying to get me to collab on a commercial, then headed home. I downed water, collapsed onto my couch, kicked my feet up, and let my head fall backward.
I was asleep in what felt like seconds and woke up several hours later. I peed, brushed my teeth, and headed back to the studio, grabbing food and smoking a J on the way.
I ate and worked on an instrumental that had been in my head for a good piece of the day, trying to make it into something usable. I was still in the zone when Trapp showed up on time with an entourage of mothafuckas with him.
“What’s up?” He walked straight toward me and offered his hand.
“What’s up?” I nudged my head once.
His head fell forward and he chuckled.
“That’s how you feel?”
“Man, we working together for the money. This ain’t no mothafuckin’ friendship. It’s a transaction. Get in the booth.”
“Yeah, alright.” He turned and did just that.
I started his instrumental and sat back in my seat, bobbing my head to the beat as he started rapping.
I saw my phone light up in my periphery and grabbed it when Trapp messed up and announced he needed a moment to rework his verse. It was a text from Myome.
I grabbed my phone at the same time Niecy plopped her ass into the seat beside me. I hadn’t even realized she was in the room.
“Well, look who it is,” she said simply.
I didn’t acknowledge that statement. We weren’t about to act like we just ran into each other unexpectedly. She knew who her brother was working with and she’d shown up because of that. What the fuck did we need to fake the funk for?
I glanced at Myome’s text.
Yo: Do you want me to pick something up for you to eat after the studio?
Me: Nah. I can feed myself.
A call from her popped up almost immediately.
“Why you always got to be so damn smart?” Myome skipped any kind of greeting.
“Just born that way I guess,” I deadpanned.