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"Don't let your attitude ruin what we got.
Never stressing if you just lay low."
𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 - 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐳
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The melodious beat of the new song Imani was recording vibrated through the studio as she, Dayvon, and the producers went through their 10th take of the song.
Dayvon hit a button on the soundboard cutting the music off inside the booth as he looked up at Imani.
"Bae, what's up with you? You still not saying the shit properly."
Imani simply blinked at him before she rolled her eyes at him. She took the headphones off and placed them back in their respective place. She grabbed her phone and water bottle and opened the door of the booth.
"I need to take a break." She expressed.
She walked past Dayvon and the producers as she sat down on the couch and began scrolling through her phone.
Dayvon looked over at the producers sitting in the chairs around him.
"Hey, y'all mind giving us some privacy?"
The producers simply nodded in understanding before they walked out of the studio.
Dayvon made his way over to Imani taking a seat next to her on the couch as he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Imani, what's going on with you? You've been sitting with that sour ass look on yo' face all day."
She could see him studying her in her peripheral vision but she ignored it as she continued to aimlessly scroll through her phone.
Breaking his gaze, he looked down as he adjusted himself while letting out a low chuckle. He licked his lips as he scratched his chin in thought.
"This girl think I'm playing with her."
Imani continued to ignore him and before she knew it, Dayvon ripped her phone from his hands.
"Dayvon!" She hollered.
As she went to grab it, he shoved it down his pants with the quickness.
Imani glared as she looked at him in irritation.
"Give me my phone back Dayvon, I'm not in the mood."
