Dope Beats

All in a Days Work

"DAVID! We need you over at the Villas, we have a guest requesting you." Orders Brian through my ear piece.

"Copy that, on my way now." I respond back.

Brian is head of security at the resort I work at. He's around 35, ex-military. He's muscular, blonde hair, blue eyes, cold, and definitely somebody you don't want to mess with. He's also the ring leader in our side buisness.

As I walk up to the Villas, I see an older gentleman waiting by his car, a brand new Ferarri 458. His name is Mr. Jones and he is one of our regular customers. He's in his late 50s, but a party type none the less.

"Mr. Jones, how are you doing today?" I ask with a smile on my face.

"I will be a lot better if you have my stuff..." he mutters as I descretely toss 2 bottles of little pills into his car. He shakes my hand, and the exchange happens smooth and effortlessly. We go our separate ways and I sneak off to take my cut of the cash.

Brian and I have our own little buisness. We get ecstasy, MDMA, by the bunches, and flip it to these overly wealthy, old pricks, who have nothing better to do with their lives then party and get high. We split the profits 50/50, he has the connect, and I make the sales.

"Brian, I'm on my way back to my post, I'll brief you when I return." I sputter into my ear piece. As I arrive I shake his hand, slowly and secretively giving him his cut. "I have to get going, there's a session in the studio tonight, and Tyler wants me there to hear the new tracks for the mixtape." I say as I begin to walk away.

"See you bright and early Monday!" Exclaims Brian as I climb into my black 06 BMW 335i coupe. I Rev the engine and take off to meet up with Tyler at the studio in Santa Monica. I've been selling for over a year now, but I still get the same adrenaline rush that I did in the beginning. I pull off the highway and stop at a red light, I reach to my waistband and pull out my glock 17. I check the safety and put it in the glove compartment. In my line of work you could never be to safe. I make a pit stop home, and change out of my black suit, and into some khaki shorts and my Notorious BIG tshirt and grab myself an energy drink as I head for the door.

I reach the studio about 20 minutes later, and enter as Tyler just finishes recording a song for the new mixtape.

"What's up brother!" He exclaims, excited as always to show me the new tracks he is working on. "Listen to this!" He orders in always playful, yet serious tone.

He starts to play the recording. The beat starts and I can tell I'm going to like it already. It's a beat with heavy west coast style bass, but with an east coast twist. It brings me back to our roots. Tyler and I grew up in a small town in Connecticut about an hour from New York City, only having moved to Cali a few months ago to pursue his music career.

As his voice begins to hit the track, my head starts to move up and down. His lyrics, telling a story, full of meaning, and yet still have a great sense of rhythm. It's great to see how far he has come since he began. I give him a few ideas, a little criticism, and still praise him on the sick track. We get into the revisions, and the end result is incredible. A few tracks later, and we have had enough for the evening. We head to our cars, and head back to the crib.

Proud of the progress in all of my aspects of work, I look in the mirror and say, "It's all in a days work.