No. 4: Changing Rhythms

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Chapter Four
Changing Rhythms

|Opening credit

♪ You and me in this forever ♪

[upbeat music]

TRINA

[Trina rapping]

BIG LATTO

♪ ♪

[BIG LATTO rapping]

♪ ♪

LATTO

♪ ♪

♪ Trina and Big Latto forever ♪

[laughs]

The camera pans across a sleek, high-end recording studio, the sound of heavy bass and melody filling the air. Lamontae, wearing headphones and a comfortable hoodie, is standing behind a mixing console, working on the final touches of her album. The studio is dimly lit, with neon lights casting a soft glow over the space.

The door opens, and Zilla, dressed in his signature streetwear— a hoodie, oversized jeans, and a cap— walks in with a grin on his face. He raises his hand in greeting.

"Yo, what's up, cousin?" Zilla greeted Lamontae.

Lamontae turning around and pulling off her headphones. "Zilla! It's been a minute, huh?" Lamontae greeted him.

Zilla grinning. "Too long, but I'm here now. I heard you in here working, so I had to pop by. What's good with the album?" Zilla asked.

Lamontae excited. "Oh, it's going so good! I'm almost done. Just a few more tracks to finish up. How about you? What's going on with yours?" Lamontae replied.

"Same. I'm almost there. But you know, I wanted to see if we could do something together. I've been thinking about a few songs, and I know you got the magic touch. Maybe we can cook something up for each other's projects. You know we family," Zilla said.

Lamontae smiles, clearly pleased by the idea. "I'm down. I've got a couple of beats in mind. We could do something like... a crossover track, something that shows off both our styles. Let's vibe out," Lamontae said.

Zilla nods, impressed by her quick enthusiasm. He takes a seat at the mic, ready to dive into work. "You know I'm always ready to work. And while we're on the subject of good vibes... I need a favor," Zilla said.

Lamontae laughing. "What's up now?" Lamontae asked him.

"I've been thinking... You know your best friend, Reginae, right?" Zilla asked.

Lamontae raising an eyebrow. "Yeah... why?" Lamontae replied.

Zilla leaning in, a playful grin on his face. "Set me up with her. I think we'd vibe. She's got that energy I'm looking for. I'll make it happen—just put in the word," Zilla said.

Lamontae laughs, shaking her head as she taps a few buttons on the console.

"Zilla, you wild. You're just gonna slide into her DMs? Nah, I'll talk to her. But I'm not promising anything. Reginae's picky," Lamontae said.

"I got game, cousin. Trust me," Zilla said.

Lamontae chuckles, clearly amused by his confidence.

"Alright, alright. I'll talk to her. You know I got your back," Lamontae said.

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