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𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐑 walked into the large building, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he made his journey to the front desk.
"Good evening, sir. How can I help you?" The short dark-skinned woman behind the desk greeted him, a smile on her face.
"How you doing, Uh, I need a session." He rubbed his neck, and she nodded, typing on her computer.
"We have a session with Tee available. $300 a hour." She looked at him, and he let out a breath, making her chuckle.
"Aight. Let me get two hours." He muttered, pulling out his card, handing it to her. She swiped it, before printing the receipt, and handing both the card and receipt to him.
"Floor three, room 312." She told him, and he thanked her, then walked to the elevator.
Once he made it to the room, he knocked on the door, opening it when he heard a low 'come in', and he seen a man that seemed to be nothing but twenty five, sitting at the sound board.
"Yo—oh shit. Mir, wassup man?" Tee dapped up Kazimir as he walked in the room.
"Nothin'. You good?" Mir held a smile on his face, sitting on the black couch that was in the room.
Tee and Mir had been friends since they were in high school back in Chicago, however, Tee had moved as soon as he graduated, due to the fact that his whole family was toxic, and was completely negative to his girlfriend, so he went to California.
"Fasho. You here to record? I thought you was done making music." Tee questioned, sitting back in his chair.
"I am, or I'm not? Ion know man. Some was just tellin' me to bring my ass to the stu', and I know you stay down here." He shrugged, and Tee nodded.
"Type shit. You wrote some, or this off the dome shit?" He asked, causing Mir to pull out his phone.
"Wrote it. You got a beat fa' me?" Kazimir handed him the phone, and he looked over the lyrics, before turning to the computer.
