I. Tamara

Chapter 24: Studio

I pulled into Rashad's driveway then turned the car off. I opened my car door then got out and jogged over to Rashad's side who was climbing out of the car slowly. I stood back and laughed at him.

"Oh. Reallll funny. If it wasn't for me, this would be you," He stated while rolling his eyes.

"Lighten up, Grumpy Cat," I giggled then walked toward him and grabbed his arm gently while he pushed himself out of the car until he was finally on his feet. He limped toward his house as I walked behind him. I reached toward his butt then gave it a light squeeze while giggling.

"Aye. Ian with that gay shit," He spat while unlocking his door.

"I can't help it it's out there," I smirked then walked into his house and plopped down onto his couch. I pulled my shoes off as he walked toward his room. I got up then followed him. I noticed him searching around his desk which was full of papers.

"Rashad, what are these," I asked him as he handed me a couple of sheets of paper with words written all over them.

"Lyrics. I heard you singing in the shower one day you stayed over and you have a beautiful voice, baby. Since I'm good with poetry, I wrote you a song," He stated with a shrug.

I looked up at him with my mouth open. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "B-baby, you didn't have to do that and I only sing in the shower. I would never think to become a professional singer," I began to rub my arm.

"Your grandma was a singer and your mom pursued to be a singer, but she had you and it put a stop to that. Basically, music is in your blood," He placed his hands onto my shoulder then pecked my lips. "Your grandma and I had a talk about this, so she helped me write this," He smiled.

I smiled while blushing as I read the lyrics. "I can not tell you, how many there have been. That were just like you. I do not need you cause you're just like them," I smiled even harder then jumped into his arms as he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he bit onto my shoulder.

"Do you have a beat to it, yet," I asked while hitting his shoulder.

He chuckled. "Yeah. It's waiting downstairs in my studio,"

"How did you have enough time to do all this," I asked while looking confused.

"I had already started on the beat in New Orleans and I saved it onto my computer and walla. I have some lyrics to go with it," He smiled then pecked my lips twice.

I giggled and played with his curls. "Well, lets go down to this studio so I can make some music,"

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I woke up on the studio couch to hear myself singing over this amazing beat. It took us 14 hours to get that damn song perfect. I can't be a professional singer if it interferes with my beauty rest. Rashad acts like this is natural. I guess he didn't know I was awake because I heard him begin to play a song that sounded like him singing over the beat.

"Red light. You know I can't make this thing that official. Believe we had a great night but I ain't the type to tell you that I miss you, shit. You don't like that I make this easy, leaving after sexing on the floor. Baby I know you need me, like I need you, but I'm the one you wanna love," I gasped instantly realizing it was him. He began to tweak with the soundboard and clear his voice up more. I quietly walked behind his chair then rubbed my hands down his bare chest as he placed his left hand ontop of my arms. He stopped the song then looked up at me.

"I didn't know you were up," He said while smiling.

"I didn't know you made music, sir," I smirked.

He sighed. "It's just something I do in my free time. Nothing major,"He shrugged nonchalantly.