“I hope this means we’re going to see you Sunday at family dinner,” Chandler whispered to Myome and I grinned as I trailed them.
When we got back to the studio, it was a nice sized room with a recording area. There were two chairs on one side with a couch across from them. Several cameras were pointed at the seating area with big ass lights set up. The two men set to interview us greeted us almost as soon as we walked in.
One of them introduced himself. “I’m Hakeem.”
“And I’m Eric,” the other added.
“Drix,” I introduced myself. “That’s the wifey, Myome, my sister and publicist, Chandler, and Myome’s manager Allison.” I went down the line.
“We’re excited to have y’all,” Eric said.
“And we’re happy to be here,” Allison said.
Eric and Hakeem shook hands with each of the women and dapped me.
Then, they gestured over to an area where a few women were standing. They went to quick work putting microphones on us and led us over to the seating area.
“You can sit on either side,” Hakeem offered.
Myome and I both moved toward the couch at the same time. We sat side by side and I leaned back, comfortably throwing one arm behind the back of the couch and slightly spreading out.
Hakeem and Eric did last minute behind the scenes stuff then took their seats on the chairs.
“Y’all ready?” Eric glanced at us.
Myome nodded but I could damn near feel the nervous energy radiating off her.
“Give me two minutes,” I told the men and they nodded. I sat up and she glanced at me. I leaned into her. “I got you,” I said. “You know that shit, right?”
“Mhm.” She nodded again.
“Then, act like it. Loosen up. I’ll flip these mothafuckin’ lights, cameras, and niggas on they back if they play with you. Be cool.”
“Okay.” She exhaled.
“Alright.” I leaned back on the couch and set my hand on her knee.
Her hand landed on mine and she did a double take when she saw the little ring on my finger. She looked up at me and batted her eyelashes.
“Stop looking at me like that if you ain’t trying to get fucked,” I deadpanned.
She giggled and Hakeem cleared his throat.
I looked him up and down.
“You good?”
Myome dug her elbow into my side.
“We ready?” Eric asked.
“We ready?” I looked down at Myome.
She nodded. “We’re ready.”
“Alright. I’ll count us in. Three… Two… So Drix, Myome, we’re honored that you decided to have your first time speaking publicly with us here at The Roommates Room.”
“We’re happy to be here.” I took the lead in case Myome froze.