Mrs.Devante Swing

First Come Love, Then Comes Marriage

----The Next week-----

-Pilar and Andre are in the studio, working together on a new song.-

Andre: ard, so i got a new song for.

Pilar: yeah?

Andre: it's called "Magic touch".

Pilar: hmm. sounds sexual. (says while grabbing the paper with the lyrics).

Andre: yeah! it is. it should be relate-able, especially after what happened last week, right.

Pilar: very funny. (laughs and walks into the booth).

Andre: so start off with the hook.

-Pilar begins to sing.-

Andre: redo the last sentence.

-Pilar re-sings the last part perfectly.-

Andre: perfect! lets move onto the chorus.

-Devante walks in.-

Andre: waddup De!

-They dap each other up.-

Devante: hey babe (walks into the booth and kisses her).

Andre: ayye De?

Devante: yeah Dre?

ive got a verse for you to spit. (gives De the verses)

Devante: damn nigga! this shit is sexual as hell! (laughs)

Andre: Pilar, finish the verses, and then De will do his rap.

-Pilar begins to sing, as Andre and De watch and bob their heads.-

Andre: ard! that was good. get in the booth De.

-De walks in and smacks Pilar's butt, as she walks out.-

Andre: ay listen, fuck the song, lets just do the video.

-they all laugh.-

Devante: nah! we good. 

-Andre plays the music, and Devante spits his rap.-

[Devante's lyrics]: Touchin' on that spot tonight, makin' sure that i hit it right; i hear you moan as i groan, we don't have to hid our love 'cuz we already grown; you luh the way i lick it, that's why we do it every time we supposed to jus' kick it; hearin' you scream my name jus' the way i like, you breathin' hard like you jus' took a hike; your flowa so good, im bouta put a ring on it, cuz every time i clap that ass, it bounces back like has a spring on it; i been sprung a sweet thang lately,  jus give me a call P, when you need me to drink ya water, baby.

-Andre turns the music off.-

Andre: that was classic bruh! great job!

Pilar: Nigga, that shit was nasty! this rap is ahead of our time. it sounded nothing like the year we live in, which in case you have forgotten, we live in 1990 right now.

Andre: girl, chill! this is gonna be a smash. but imma head out. i will be back in an hour. don't laminate anything while im gone. (walks out).

Devnate: Laminate? (says with a scrunched up face)

Pilar: seriously? you don't get what he's saying? think about it for a minute...

-Pilar watches Devante for a whole 30 seconds, trying to figure it out.-

Devante: nah! still don't know.

Pilar: Lamination is clear, so what else is clear? think about sex...