“Nope. Never,” I assured him.
He licked his lips and bit the bottom one while I looked at his sexy ass face. I put a hand to his face and he leaned down to kiss me yet again.
I hadn’t been lying. I’d never gotten on the “calling your man daddy” train. I hadn’t even considered it until Drix. But now? I would call that man everything and anything he wanted me to call him. He deserved it.
“Come on. Let’s shower and get to the studio before you have to referee me and Rome.”
“Okay.” I nodded then kissed him one last time for good measure before rolling off him.
CHAPTER 14
DRIX
Itook a drag from my blunt and shook my head at the bullshit coming out of Alan’s mouth. I cut the speaker and looked over at Dashawn. The only reason I was wasting my time was because we were boys and part of me felt like Alan was somewhat my little brother too since we’d all come up together, but damn. I was positive my beats wouldn’t even be able to save the stupid shit coming out of his mouth.
I handed my blunt to Myome who set it in my ashtray without taking a hit.
“Yo ass needs a ghostwriter,” I told him plainly.
Dashawn laughed immediately while Alan’s face twisted.
“Man, this shit is hot!”
“Hot garbage,” I corrected, making the other people in the studio laugh. “Your voice is cool. It’s those weak ass lines that are the problem.” I looked back at Dashawn. “Your brother is a real rapper and he ain’t offer you no lyrics?”
Dashawn shrugged.
“He didn’t ask for my help.”
“Well, it sounds like you should have helped him anyway.” I glanced at Rome. “You want to help him write some shit?”
“Yeah. I can do that.” He sat up in his seat and I nodded.
“Come out and Rome gon’ help you clean that bullshit up.” I stated. “Anybody else want to waste my time?” I looked around the room. “Nah? Alright. Merch, get in the booth.” I nudged my head toward it and he hopped up quickly and headed inside. “Which track do you want to start with?”
“Can we do that third one? It’s the one with the blank bridge. I want to lay my verse again.”
“A’ight. I’ll drop you in about four bars before your verse kicks.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
I pulled up the song he was talking about and found the section to start his recording.
I leaned back in my seat and rested a hand on my wife’s knee while I closed my eyes and listened to the music.
Rome and Merch both had great voices and were more R&B heavy than anything else. Did they rap every once in a while? Yeah, but this album wasn’t that and I was excited about it. I didn’t dip my toe into too much shit that wasn’t rap typically, but when I did, I always walked away feeling like I’d made magic.
I briefly glanced over at Myome. She was staring at her phone, her hand placed on top of mine while she mindlessly ran her thumb up and down the outside of my pinky. I leaned over and kissed her head. She smiled as she looked at me and I kissed her mouth too then faced forward.
“Ay, you a lil flat on that last stretch. Let’s punch it again,” I suggested.
Merch nodded and I ran it back for him, nodding as he hit the note right the second time. I made a few quick adjustments to the background track then let him flow.
I had him and Rome both done recording in a few hours then sent Alan back into the booth to get his bullshit recorded.
Afterwards, I let Rome cut a solo track for his vault just because it was on his mind and we wrapped up for the day.
“You still gon’ make that drive with me?” Dashawn asked as we picked up our shit and threw our trash away.