Quincy & Malaika.. if y'all see this, I'm so sorry!
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re·mem·brance
/rəˈmembrəns/
noun
the action of remembering something.
"a flash of understanding or remembrance passed between them"
You will remember her...
You have the kind of vibe people get to experience only once in a lifetime
..if they're lucky.
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Quincy and I have been inseparable since the night he took me home. We weren't a thing yet but we were becoming really good friends. Ever since that night he heard me sing, I've began feeling more and more comfortable around him, even singing for him a few times.
Today we were in the studio, Quincy had a session booked and he wanted me to come with him. Though we had been here for a few hours, all we've done is mess around, talk and blare other music in the background as we sang and danced to it together. It wasn't until his manager called that he decided to get serious.
"Imma play something for you really quick and I want you to be honest." Quincy looked over at me as he spoke while moving the mouse to open a file on the computer. He started playing a new song called, "Don't Know Nothing" from his new album.
I leaned against the huge mixing board that shined different colored small lights as I listened to the slower tempo'd song that boomed in the studio. His vocals were smooth, the beat was on point and overall the song sounded amazing, it was putting me in a.. mood. 🌹
"I'm not even gonna lie.. It sounds really good, Quincy." I looked at him in shock. "If the whole album sounds like this, I guarantee your supporters are gonna love it." I said as I hugged him from behind while he began adjusting some of the nobs on the mixing board.
"Thanks, cocoa." He stood up straight and grabbed my hands from around his waist, kissing them both softly before turning around to face me. "You know just what to say to put a smile on my face." He said very nerd-like as he flashed a cheesy smile at me causing me to laugh hysterically.
"Who the fuck is cocoa?" I turned my face up at him.
"You, nigga." He rolled his eyes and kissed my forehead. "You're brown like a coconut and you smell like one too so you're my cocoa."
