Not just move. Feel.
That’s what she does to me without even trying.
And the scariest part? I don’t think I want to stop it.
Not even a little.
Bella’s voice cuts through my thoughts as the limo slows.
“We’re here already?!”
I glance out.
The studio.
Low-key from the outside, but inside?
Power.
Connections.
Possibility.
It’s owned by Balor and Lucy Cruz—two of the smartest players in the game right now. When I contacted my manager and told him to get a hold of them—he did it. He came through.
And they saw the potential in Bella immediately. So, when I pitched the concept?
They didn’t hesitate.
Try For Me.
That’s what I’m calling the song.
A beat that hits hard but doesn’t overwhelm.
A rhythm that builds instead of explodes.
A combination of mine and Bella’s voices and just enough rugby references to make it legit.
I’ll carry the verses—rap, a little melody—but Bella?
She’ll own the hook.
And it’s going to hit.
Because it’s not just about the game.
It’s about the moment before it.
The risk.
The reach.
The wanting.
And yeah.
It’s a love song.