Dial Drunk - Post Malone

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"So...uh..." Dre says trying to talk to Austin but is a little distracted by Grassy as the three of them head to the studio in a big black SUV.  "What is he doing?" he whispers to Austin. "Pruning. Ignore him. What were you saying?" Austin asks taking the nail clippers from Grassy, now is not the best time to clip his toenails. He should never have allowed him this far. He is not coming into the studio even if he is in a fucking suit which is just a t-shirt he painted BUSINESS SUIT on the front in bold letters.

"I secured a location just outside LA to shoot a music video, you have two interviews this week promoting your current album and the label wants you to hint there might be a new album in about six months," Dre says shifting away from Grassy when he starts flossing his teeth. "Six months?" Austin says. That's not too bad, it's half a year. "Six months? That's only 26 weeks. With your full schedule, I am guessing you are only going to have half that time available to work on your album. 13 weeks max. How many songs do you need?" Grassy asks. Austin groans, running his hand over his face. It was a mistake to bring Grassy. "Like...anything between eighteen and twenty-five," Austin says. "Austin, that's crazy talk! How are you going to pull off a mammoth task like that? It's not my album or my career...or my dream, and now I am stressed. You need a mystical unicorn at this point," Grassy says. "I swear Dre, I am going to throw this man out of this fucking vehicle," Austin says through clenched teeth as he lunges for Grassy who screams and curls into a tight ball. Lucky for him Dre is between them and blocks Austin. "Hey! Come on man, your released album is still climbing the charts and it's starting to make a revenue. A big one. You are doing well," Dre says smiling at him. "I just have to figure out how to write an entire album with a deaf songwriter in a limited time," Austin says sighing. He is fucked.

"Have you ever worked with someone who is hearing impaired? Do you know any sign language?" Grassy asks. Austin turns to look at him and frowns. "No, I have not. No, I do not. You know this. And why the fuck are you speaking in a British accent?" Austin asks.

"He is not British?" Dre asks, shocked.

"Do you have an issue with working with someone who is hearing impaired...or British?" Grassy asks.

"No, not at all," Austin says. Grassy smiles, he looks relieved. "I am really happy to hear that. Levi is often turned away before anyone has gotten the chance to meet her. She is very talented and has written some bangers for the few people who have given her a chance.  Everyone wants her based on her work but she is turned down the second they hear she is deaf. Working with you is her big break," Grassy explains.

"Who the fuck is Levi and how do you know all this shit about her? Is she British?" Austin asks. "Levi is your songwriter. She is not British, she is deaf. I stayed up all night last night studying up on her. She is very talented," Grassy says. Austin and Dre share worried looks, but they don't know what to say and honestly, Austin is not sure if Grassy is just making shit up.

"I think you will have a lot in common with her. She is sweet like you. She is a little shy too - only because she has been let down so much in the past. More no's than yes's will do that to you."

"I get that. But, one yes is all we need," Austin says. At this point, he might as well play along and hope like fuck Grassy is not talking shit.
"Alright, so Levi can lipread, just make sure you are looking at her when you talk. Talk normally, if you try and pronounce your words carefully it will make it harder on her. She can lipread seven languages," Grassy says with a grin. He looks proud of Levi.  "If you want to get her attention tap her on her shoulder or her wrist, nowhere else on her body. For now, just ask her yes or no questions to make communication not too bumpy while you are trying to get comfortable with each other. But, I will be there to interpret when she needs at it," Grassy explains. "Do I look at you or her when you talk?" Austin asks. He gets annoyed when people don't look at him when he is trying to hold a conversation with them, he is sure it's the same for her. "Depends on who you are having the conversation with Austin. Just do what you would do with anyone else," Grassy says placing his hand on the door handle when the SUV stops.