𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐰. || 𝐚. 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 & 𝐭. 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫

8. ???

Aaliyah

I was in the studio today working on my latest. Pac had to go and work on something, so I decided I still wanted to come into work and finish this song. I'm proud of it.

🎵Verse one🎵

🎶When I feel what I feel, sometimes it's hard to tell you so,
"You may not be in the mood to learn, what you think you know.
There are times,
When I find that, you wanna keep yourself from me.
When I don't have the strength, I'm just a mirror of what I see.
But at your best,
you are love.
Your a positive motivating force within my life.
Should you ever feel the need to wonder why.
"Let me know,
let me know.
La,ooo ho, ho, oh.
Let me know."🎶

I took off my headphones and killed the beat. Now it's time to write verse two, but somebody knocked on my door. It was Tasha. Of course, it was her interrupting my session. I got up to answer it and let her in; she was just standing there at first.

"Hey," I said, moving back so she could come into the studio. She sat down on the couch, crossing her legs.

"That song was beautiful." She told me, smiling only a little bit.

"Thanks, so?" I stretched, wondering what she wanted from me so I could finish my song.

"Oh, I just wanted to come and apologize for always barging in on you and Pac. I never meant to upset you guys." She looked down.

I smiled, nodding my head, "Thank you. I appreciate that a lot Tasha."

"No problem." She got up, and so did I to walk her out.

Before she was about to walk out, she turned around and stopped herself. I looked at her, confused.

"Sorry, Aaliyah, one more thing." She assured me.

"Yes?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Well, today is my big sister's birthday, and she loves the hell out of you." She laughed.

I smiled extra hard and motioned my head for her to continue, "So I was wondering if tonight you could come to her bday party. I understand if you don't want to cause I know that me and you aren't the best of friends."

"We're not friends at all..." I mumbled under my breath.

"What was that, Aaliyah?" She asked me.

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about something." I waved my hand.

"Okay, so is that a yes or a no?" I sighed. I had to think about it because I still didn't trust her all that well.

This could be some setup or something, "Maybe Tasha, I have to finish my song today, so I'll see." I said, finally looking up at her.

"Okay, thanks. I hope that you can make it. Here's the address if you do decide to come." She handed me a card with the address and phone number on it.

She left out of the studio and made her way back to the elevators will see I grabbed my headphones and put them back on my head, walking back into the booth.