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Beyonces pov
"So, hearing it back I wouldn't mind if you used the third take, the one with the downward run and stack it with the one I just recorded. Let me hear that please" I say to the producer and he nods and begins pressing buttons. He finds the third take and plays it aloud, I nod and he pairs it with the most recent recording.
He plays the mashup and our faces light up at the decision, " yes that's the one!" I say and he pieces it all together. " make sure the cord is still in the same key" I say not wanting another slip up like the last 10. I had been going hard in the studio and I didn't want to disappoint everyone involved.
I looked over at onika who was slumped in the chair, her arms inside her hoodie and her hair slightly brushed over her face. My heart warmed as I realized she was still here with me. I turned my attention back to the track.
"So let's go ahead and record for the lead vocals so we can knock it out." I say moving into the booth slipping the headphones on my ears. I held the typed lyrics that I spent another few hours working on and begin to sing.
🎶I love your face You love the taste That sugar, babe It melts away mmm
I kiss you and you lick your lips You like it wet and so do i I know you never waste a drip I wonder how it feels sometimes
Must be good to you!🎶
I sing smoothly and sultry, the beat capturing my body and I start to feel what I'm singing about. The way I perfectly crafted the beat and the lyrics and how it flew so easily soothed my soul and made me feel right at home.
The other producers bobbed their head as I sung and I closed my eyes as I sung the lyrics and felt the rhythm. I sing the pre chorus and then go back to the chorus.
🎶Can you eat my skittles? It's the sweetest in the middle Pink is the flavor, solve the riddle yeah
Ima lean back don't worry it's nothing major Make sure you clean that it's the only way to get the flavor 🎶
I start moaning softly as I sing the lyrics, giving the breathy and light feel of the song, I look over at the sleeping onika and start to have flashbacks. Onika and me at our house alone, Zaya over her Mama carols house, we had a hefty glass of wine and I had been walking around the house with the same outfit that left me sore for days a long time ago. I knew what I was doing
She started kissing down my stomach and ripped my panties off. She looked up at me with low eyes as she sucked my clit and she made my juices leak down my ass. It was the best night ever when she found my treasure so I wrote a song about it.
