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Frontin' (Pharrell Williams)

[The Neptunes Recording Studio, 2003]

Man, I love when I come to studio sessions with Usher. He's so handsome when he's focused on his vocals.

Honestly, I'm here to support him because I knew how nervous he was about working with Pharrell.

Pharrell: Can we maybe try turning that A down to a D?

Usher: That's a little low..how about an F?

Pharrell nods politely.

He seems so easy to work with. I don't know why Usher was so scared.

Anyways, I tuned out of the studio session and continued to write lyrics in my journal.

"I know that I'm carrying on, never mind if I'm showing off,
I was just frontin' (you know I want ya babe),
I'm ready to bet it all, unless you don't care at all,
But you know I want ya (you should stop frontin' babe)."

I felt a tap on my shoulder, snapping me out of creative mode and back into the studio.

Pharell: Whatchu over here writing huh?

He chuckled.

I quickly slapped my journal shut and sat on it.

Me: None of your business 'Rell.

I smiled.

I noticed that Usher wasn't in the booth anymore.

Me: Where's Usher?

Pharell: He went out to grab us food..now answer my question Maia.

He whined as he plopped down next to me.

Me: Go away!

I laughed as I nudged him away from me.

He quickly started to tickle me, causing me to get up off my journal.

He swiped my journal and started to run while flipping through the pages.

Me: STOP!

I chased right after him and was aggravated by every little giggle he let out while running around the studio.

I didn't want ANYONE to read my journal, especially Pharrell. Truth is, I write a lot. I enjoy coming up with lyrics in hopes of proposing some of my ideas to Usher one day...he inspires the hell out of me.

Pharrell ran into a blue-tinted room and locked it.

I banged on the door, afraid I was going to shatter it I yelled,

Maia: OPEN THE DOOR OR I'M GONNA SHATTER IT!

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Pharrell's POV

Ignoring all of Maia's screaming and shouting, I was thoroughly being impressed while reading her journal. I mean, the girl can write.

Me: Girl the door is shatter and bulletproof!

After that comment, she banged harder. She banged and banged and banged until she didn't.

I didn't even notice she stopped until I was finished reading..it grew quiet.

I walked over to the door and unfastened the latch.

I looked down at Maia sitting on the floor with her head in her hands.

I put her journal down on the floor in front of her, but she didn't move.

Me: I know that I'm carrying on, never mind if I'm showing off...

She rose her head and spoke softly,

Maia: My lyrics..

I smiled and nodded,

Me: Your lyrics are off the wall amazing Maia, you have talent.

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Maia's POV

Pharrell thinks I have talent....this is insane!

Me: Are you serious? You really like my lyrics?

He nodded and put his hand out to help me up. I grabbed his hand and we stood there staring into each other.

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Pharrell's POV

With every second Maia and I stare at each other, the more enamored I am with her. She is incredibly beautiful.

I grab her waist and pull her close to me.

Me: Whatchu starin' at baby?

She blushed and looked down. I lifted her chin up with my finger.

Me: Nah, don't look away now.

I chuckled.

I couldn't hold in my feelings anymore. I leaned in and we started kissing.

Her lips tasted so sweet. I wanted more of her.

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Maia's POV

I shouldn't be making out with Rell, this is so wrong but I couldn't help but feel right in his embrace. He was an amazing kisser too.

He moved his hands down from my waist to my ass and slapped it.

I pushed him away softly, unlocking our lips.

I took a step away from him.

Me: We shouldn't be doing this..

Rell looked at me lustfully, it's like he didn't even care that we were being deceitful to Usher.

Pharrell: I want you, I can't keep up this front anymore.

He started to come closer me once again.

Then we heard the entrance open.

Usher: AYEEEEE WHERE EVERYBODY AT? FOOD IS HERE!

I grabbed my journal and we both started to head back to Studio A.

Pharrell smacked my ass and mumbled,

Pharrell: We ain' done here lil mama.