Y/n's POV
Drake said, "Alright, so the name of the album is Certified Lover Boy. I want at least 20 songs on it. I got like 14 songs written."
I asked him, "You got other producers on it?"
"Yeah," Drake replied. "I got a couple, but you're gonna handle the whole operation."
Curious, I inquired, "Do you know what vibe you want for the album?"
Drake pondered for a moment before responding, "I want kind of a mix of Thank Me Later, Take Care, and Nothing Was The Same, but it should still be different."
"A reminiscent of sorts," I suggested.
"Yeah," Drake agreed.
As we sat in the studio, I went over what he wanted for the album and discussed the overall process we would be going through. I glanced at the lyrics he had already written out.
Drake expressed, "I don't want it to be just another hip hop album. I want it to have some sort of..."
"Emotion, connection, experiences, tributes," I listed off, and I could see him agreeing. I always strived to understand the artists I worked with, to let them know I was truly listening.
"Exactly, man. You think we could work on this?" Drake asked.
"Definitely," I replied with confidence.
We stayed in the studio, delving further into discussions about the album and brainstorming ideas to set the right mood.
With a determined mindset, I knew I would start working on it immediately that night.
.....
I was in my home studio, diligently working on the first song as I had promised. Earlier, I had been listening to Navajo and thought it would make a fantastic sample. The beat would kick off with a sped-up version of the Navajo sample.
Around the halfway point, the beat would switch, accompanied by a shift in the entire mood of the song. I wanted to incorporate everything Drake and I had discussed during our studio session. This song would serve as the gateway to the rest of the beats we needed to create.
I spent approximately seven hours in the studio, taking a few breaks in between. To be honest, I didn't feel tired at all, but I knew it was necessary to get some sleep. Tomorrow, I had another studio session with Drake.
Just as I was about to wrap up and call it a night, a text notification appeared on my phone. It was from my mom.
"Go to sleep, boy."
How did she know? Was it some sort of parental instinct? She was in a different city altogether. Nonetheless, I followed her advice and headed to bed. Before dozing off, I sent a text to Kim, wishing her good luck for the meeting she had with the lawyers later on.
As expected, she didn't reply. It was 7 a.m. in the morning, and she was probably still fast asleep.
.....
I woke up to a weight pressing down on me, accompanied by the sensation of gentle fingers tracing my face. Confused, I opened my eyes to find Kim's radiant smile greeting me. What the fuck?
Kim said, "Wake up, it's 2 p.m. You had a lot of people worried about you."
"It's what?!" I exclaimed, hastily grabbing my phone from its charger and checking the time. Panic surged through me as I realized I was incredibly late. My studio session with Drake was supposed to start at 2p.m. and I had two interviews which meant I was a whole two hours behind schedule.
