L O U I S V I L L E || A Bryson Tiller Story

§ Chapter Thirteen §

~...a piece of mind, baby come and get a piece of mine...~

"I feel like a milli when I'm--ugh," I sang as I rinsed my face in the shower.

Like most, all my best ideas came to me when I was in the shower. Right now I needed all the ideas I could get for a song for my album.

They always say that your sophomore album determines if you will continue to hold a place in the music industry. I wanted my place, so this new album has to be more than perfection. I couldn't quite keep focused, because my lunch meet with Naomi kept replaying in my mind. She wasn't bad at all anymore. I actually enjoyed myself a little bit. We had even exchanged numbers so we could try to hook up again sometime soon.

I let the warm water hit my back as I continued to wash my chest. I faintly hummed the beat Swan had played for me as I tried to come up with the right words to fit in it.

"Just Trapsoul and chill with..." I sung aloud.

That's it right there, I thought to myself. I had to hurry up and write it down before I forgot.

I quickly turned off the shower head and wrapped a white and blue towel around my waist, still dripping wet, and ran out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. I almost slipped and busted my black ass on the tile floor doing so.

"Bryson!" I heard my Grandma Ann call as I passed by her room, but I didn't stop and reply. I couldn't.

Once I reached my room, I shut the door and grabbed my notebook.

"Ew daddy," Harley covered her eyes.

"That's what you get for being in here without permission," I told her, jotting the couple of words down quickly.

"I'm playing your game Daddy," Harley explained," the one with the cars, big men, and guns. Look!"

"Harley I told you not to play Grand Theft Auto. Your mom doesn't like you playing violent stuff."

"I won't tell," Harley swore with pleading eyes.

I planted a kiss on Harley's cheek," Alright, just don't break anything."

"What you doing?" She asked with her lips puckered up.

"Working on a song, baby girl," I replied writing down some more lines that came to mind.

"Sing it to me, Daddy," Harley begged pulling my free arm," please, please, please, please, please, please..."

Like always I couldn't really say no, so I went ahead and sung what I had written down for her.

"You could just come Trapsoul and chill with me
You trapped my soul now girl
You gotta deal with me
I know you feeling Young Tiller
Might as well go ahead and get real with me
Speaking spiritually, like Rihanna
I know you want that love and affection
We make a perfect Soul-ection, oh..."

"What do you think baby girl?" I asked picking her up and tossing her in the air.

Harley giggled," It's my favorite."

"I thought you said Sorry Not Sorry was your favorite?"

"Yeah, but that's old. I like this one now."

Kids.

I smiled back at her," If you like it then I know it's golden. You got the Midas touch, Harls."

I set her back down on the bed as my phone began to ring.

" 'Ello," I spoke into the phone.

"Bryson, what's up," the voice replied.

"Drizzy," I laughed," how's it going in the 6, man?"

Drake of course was like a big brother to me. A huge role model and influence of mine when it came to my music and what I wanted to achieve with it.

We had talked about putting something in the works since before my freshman album came out, but it hasn't happened just yet.

"Ya know I'm not actually there at the moment. I'm out in Atlanta. I had a joint concert with my boy Future Hendrix last night."

"Oh, yeah. I heard it was lit. I'm back home in Kentucky."

"Your friend Swan reached out and told me. That's why I'm calling. I heard you're back on your music ting, eh?"

"Working on it," I explained," I actually wrote a little something down before you hit me up."

"Hopefully we can work on something soon. 40 and I can come fly out Thursday evening if it's cool with you," Drake suggested," Studio time on me."

"Oooh," Harley squealed as she pressed down on the control buttons on my Xbox joystick.

"Lower your voice, Har, I'm on the phone," I told her covering the receiver.

"Yeah that sounds good though," I replied back to Drizzy," might be what I need right about now."

"Ah, glad you think so, too. Now we can show these wastemans what some real music sounds like," he laughed.

"No doubt," I chuckled,"A definite major key alert."

"True, true. I got to go do a photoshoot, but continue to bless up Tiller. I'll see you Thursday evening."

"Alright man. See ya soon," I added before I hung up the phone.

Like that wasn't putting more pressure on me to finish at least one song before Thursday, which is three days away.

Thanks a lot Swan. Great looking out.

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