“If we’re going to be on time, we’ve got to move,” he announced.
“Go without me.” Drix waved him off.
“Nah. Wrap this shit up.” Rome climbed to his feet. “Even if I left you here, y’all wouldn’t finish. You’ve only got one verse, a chorus, a pre-chorus, and bridge down; and even that you’re still tweaking. These women will fall asleep in here if you try to lock them down for two more verses. Just call it and reschedule this shit.”
Drix looked at his brother. “Man?—”
Rome cut him off. “Besides, I’m sure the women want to come to the party too, right?”
“What party?” Retta asked.
“Trapp is throwing some shit tonight to preview music and celebrate his birthday. I can get y’all in if you want to come out,” he offered.
Retta didn’t hesitate. “Hell yeah we want to come!”
Rome grinned and hit Drix on the back.
“See? The ladies want to party.” He chuckled.
Drix looked over at us.
“If y’all are serious about this shit, be back in this mothafuckin’ studio in a week or two.”
“Okay.” Charm nodded immediately.
“Alright.” Drix exhaled. “I’ll send y’all the instrumental and what we have so far in case y’all think of anything you want to change and we’ll pick back up. Block out at least three hours.”
“We can do that,” I said.
He nodded. “Cool. Then y’all can go.”
He nudged his head toward the door and none of us responded. We just gathered our things and headed out.
CHAPTER 2
BERLIN “DRIX” KING
Ilooked at Rome as he grabbed the bottle from my hand. He took a quick drink then offered it back to me.
“Go ahead and keep it, bitch.” I waved him off. “I don’t want nothing on my lips that’s been on yours.”
“Whatever, nigga.” Rome chuckled and took another drink.
We watched as a woman walked straight toward him. She set a hand on his knee and leaned into him and his weak ass immediately started grinning all in that hoe’s face. I shook my head but didn’t comment. I checked my phone and saw Niecy had texted me three times since I’d put her out of the studio.
Niecy: R u mad?
Niecy: R u fucking one of them?
Niecy: DRIX DON’T FUCKING IGNORE ME.
I put her contact on do not disturb, locked my phone, and slid it back into my pocket. She was on her way to the club, so I would deal with her when she got here. I wasn’t about to sit here reading and writing paragraphs. I hated doing that text message ass shit. If she wanted to talk in person, cool, but I wasn’t playing these phone games.
“Drix!” somebody barked and I glanced up.
It was Trapp, so I climbed up and walked over to the entrance of my section. I dapped him up and glanced behind him briefly, halfway expecting Niecy to pop up over his damn shoulder.
“Congratulations on the album, lil nigga.”