She giggled. “Yeah, whatever. So, smartass, do you want food at my place or not?”
“Man, if you want to have food there I’m not gon’ complain. If you don’t, I’m not going to starve.”
“But what do youwant?” She stressed the word.
“What are you getting?”
“I was thinking about cooking something, but if you’re not going to eat any, I’m not going to cook a full meal just for myself.”
“Well, cook it. I’ll try it out, but if that shit is garbage, I’m gon’ tell you.”
“I’d expect nothing less. How’s the studio going?”
“Don’t wait up for me.”
“Yikes.” Myome whistled. “Well, good luck.”
“Thanks.” I looked up at Trapp’s ass while he stuttered over a line and cut the instrumental. I punched him in at the beginning of the verse and watched as he tried to catch the beat. “I’ll fuck with you later though.”
“Berlin!” Myome said loudly and I paused.
“What’s up?”
“I’m thinking about posting you.”
“And? I’ve already done the shit twice. We ain’t a fucking secret, Myome.”
“Yeah, well, I just wanted to check the temperature,” she admitted.
“We good.” I held my hand up to Trapp who was in the booth talking. “Go with your move.”
“Alright. Bye,” she said quickly.
“Bye.” I hung up, tossed my phone back on the soundboard, and leaned into my mic. “You gon’ catch the fucking beat sometime tonight?”
“Fuck you. You punched me in too early.”
“Yeah, a’ight, bitch. Where you want me to drop you in?”
“Right after that first chorus.”
“Bet. Stay on beat this time.”
He waved me off and I saved his first recording before I set him up for his redo and started it.
“So, was that wifey?” Niecy asked after just sitting beside me in silence for a minute.
“You already know the answer to that.” I leaned back in my seat, my eyes still focused on Trapp.
“So, you’re not going to deny it?”
“That I talk on the phone with my wife? Nah.”
“So you’re really married to that bitch?”
“I hope that made you feel better because that was your one freebie.” I spoke to her while I adjusted Trapp’s settings. “The next time you call my wife a bitch, I’m gon’ slap yo’ brother and tell Myome you talking shit. We both know you can’t beat her ass, so I’d watch yo’ mouth before you get hit if I were you.”
“Can you just…” Niecy paused. “Can we just talk?”