𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓛𝓾𝓿

studio

"Oh my god Drake. Come take the damn picture!" I cackled. He was being all extra, telling me how he loved me and stuff.

Drake is a really good friend and I love him so much. He asked me to come to the studio with him while he recorded. I guess i'm just good company.

All I do is sit there with headphones on so I can hear him when he's inside. I love listening to him and Wayne make music. It's so cool.

"No but seriously Nic. I gotchu, whatever you need." He grabbed both my hands. This boy is such a simp.

I go through this every time I see him.

"Yo D! Bring yo ass and stop flirting with my niece before I fuck you up boy!" Wayne yelled.

Drake chuckled and went to the booth, starting to record again. He was working on two songs right now. There's someone on both, but they're waiting for them to come.

Can't wait to see who it is.

I love when other people come in to record with them, i've met so many people it's crazy. Definitely a great experience.

"Ayo! He said he on his way ight?!" Wayne yelled. This dude has been yelling since we got here. Need to tone it down a few notches.

So there's a male on this one song. I bet it's the RICO one. The other is too smooth for another male.

I sat on my phone, ignoring all the constant messages. I've been ignoring everyone. I just don't want to talk about what happened. And I know they're going to make me.

Especially Daddy. Mimi wants to see me again, all because they ran their mouths. Hopefully she doesn't make me do her garden again. I was sick for weeks after that. It was so tiring.

Daddy has been calling me so much to the point that I don't even want to keep my phone on. It's like he sits and presses call all day.

It's calmed down a bit now, every few hours. But I know i'll eventually have to face this mess. When it isn't even that big of a deal.

What's one little slap? I've been slapped before.... not like that..but I have.

"Nic come here." Drake called me. I walked into the booth and he put the headphones on me. "Sing this part to the beat." I frowned at him and tried to take them off.

He knows I don't like singing in front of people. Every time I come here he tries.

"No no no. Sing it. Cmon Nic. Imma see if you'll be good on this."

I smacked my lips and snatch the paper, looking over the words. The beat started playing and I started to sing. I've heard him go over this so many times, I know the rhythm already.

I've been watching for the signs
Took a trip to clear my mind, oh
Now I'm even more lost
And you're still so fine, oh my, oh my
Been having conversations about breakups and separations
I'm not feeling like myself since the baby
Are we gonna even make it? Oh