Zay'dira POV
After waiting for August at Reema's House, he finally pulled up. We sat in his black Rolls Royce in silence, before pulling up at some big ass studio. I was in awe as I admired the mural that surrounded the name of Dej Jams Recordings.
"You acting like ya never seen none like dis luh' baby," He chuckled closing his car door.
I stayed in still admiring the meaningful artwork before slowly getting out with his assistance. The painting was a record plaque, pictures with all inspirational musical geniuses. Around the plaque was colorful sound waves representing music, since there were different musical notes.
"It's just different, I love it. You know who the artist was?"
He shrugged before closing the door behind me as we walked towards the entrance, "Nah, I try to really leave here right after sessions. I don't be into all that talking with people cause their vibes. I just be ready to kick back on my lonesome."
I nodded still glancing up at the painting before we stepped inside the studio. There was a cold minty smell that filled up the place, that wasn't really boringly but it was an odd scent. I found my eyes traveling throughout the place as well as August's eyes landing on me, just to make sure I was following him. It was cute actually, he treated me like a lil' baby.
"Girl come to ass hea'," He wagged his finger for me to come closer and I did.
"What i do?"
He snatched a hold of my hand before walking off, not caring to answer my question. I didn't care to ask anymore either before we entered the double doors for the Recording studio. It was two guys there, sitting in the rolling chair to help get August's tunes together and the recordings straight. And I guess the other was here to make sure August's was actually giving his all into the music.
Laughter was heard in the room before we entered, eyes immediately falling on me then our hands that were intertwined . I shifted my weight to my left leg as I followed behind August.
"Wassup y'all, This my la baby Zay'dira and these niggas is my manager D and this is my music producer, Metro," I chewed the inside of my lip while he let go of my hand to dap off his people before entering the booth. I sat down watching him through the glass, when the music started playing.
"You must be—"
I shook my head with folded arms eyes still focused on August, "No. Just a friend."
Out my peripheral, I seen him nod but Metro only scoffed. " Yeah right, I
give it a couple days."
"Like i said, we are just friends." Attitude was laced in my voice and I just rolled my eyes at the ignorance.
"Well lets make this quick, nigga starving. Stomach damn near touching my ass," He played the best for August before searching something into the MacBook.
"And who fault is that nigga turtle?"
D shook his head at the two, "Metro don't start we on a time."
Metro threw his hands up, "I'm a chill this time but let him not make this first three takes. My stomach and I gonna have to jump his linky ass."
August waved Metro off, "Skinny nigga but my–"
My eyes widened while Metro cut August sound off to keep us from hearing his next line. metro turned back towards me, "It was best your virgin ears didn't hear that. You might rape him later, I'm doing you and your cervix a favor."
"What you mean?"
D looked over at Metro who was shaking his head, "August fucked up girls insides. She wanted to sue him, but I mean she wanted it so."
