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Chapter 25: Nine Lives Part 1

Chapter 25

Nine Lives

Part 1

(It felt good to be back on land. Although they were exhausted from all the sun, swimming, and sailing, they still ended up in a recording studio days before Nicki was set to leave LA.  It was just the two of them. All of her team had gone to their hometowns to spend there off days with family before the tour began. Sherika stayed in LA to help out along with all of Meek’s friends.

Closed Session is what the sign on the french fogg glassed doors read that led to the massive luxurious recording studio owned by Actor Will Smith. Nicki sat with her pink slippers curled up on a plush brown leather sofa as Meek stood nearby with his engineer Cruz and Producer Jahlil.  She draped the hood of her ‘Dreamchasers’ sweater over her head and sipped from a cup of hot chai tea. Meek was dressed comfortably in a black Hood By Air sweat suit and a pair of Jordan 4’s as he walked into the recording booth. He’s extremely focused when its time to work.

They were working on retouching the vocals on ‘Big Daddy’ that would be on his upcoming album. Meek was finishing his verse and Nicki was up next. She stands up on the slippery wood floors and walks to the control board and presses the intercom button.

Nicki: “its good baby” (winking at him)

Meek: “ay Cruz… run it back!”

(Cruz replays Meek’s part for him as Nicki stands nearby)

Jahlil: “that shit sound crazy man..”

Meek: “nah,  Cruz run it again…”

Nicki: “Baby…what don’t you like?”

Meek: “I don’t know yet, I’ll know when I hear it”

(Meek does his verse over 3 times. He never writes anything down just records from memory. He sees Nicki through the glass bobbing her head as he records. After the third try he exits and walks over near her and rest his head on her shoulder)

Meek: “run it back…” (Cruz plays him the verse again)….”you like it Nick?”

Nicki: “I love it” (interlocking her fingers with his)

Meek: “you ready to lay yours?”

Nicki: “yea, I guess” (she takes a deep breath before walking into the booth)

(She wasn’t being herself. Nicki seemed impatient and uninterested, maybe even a bit uncomfortable. Meek could tell she was off and it showed in the playback. She struggled enunciating and stammered through some of her lines)

Meek: (pressing the intercom) “you good Nick?”

Nicki: (seemingly lost) “Yea… I’m fine”

Meek: “ want it from the top?”

Nicki: “yea, whatever, just go ahead…” (irritated)