Me: what is the favor
Chris: I want you to make some music with me maybe 2 or 3 different songs it's up to you if you want your name won't have to be released
Me: thats kind of scary you know
Chris: come on you even said when you were older you wanted to be a singer
Me: youre right but im scared
Chris: dont worry baby we can go to the studio right now i got the songs and everything
Me: you were ready huh
Chris: yeah i just needed my girl
Me: *blushes* youre so sweet
-30 minutes later-
Chris: rick this is yn but she goes by dimples she has an amazing ass voice and shes my golden girl
Rick: golden girl?
Chris: yes my favorite type of girl
Me: i think hes being over dramatic but hi *giggles*
Rick: hello and thanks for coming to my studio you can sit and relax while i work with chris
Me: thank you *sits at the couch and eats*
-2 hours later-
Chris: Said I'm all up in my feelings
Doubled up on this shot
Got me feeling some type of way told you
I hate you I don't mean it
And the only thing that I got
Is the pain that you've been feeding
Faded, faded, faded, all because of you
Now my current situation, trying not to think of you, not to break the rules
Why's it always happen, when I get this way?
Just can't stop myself, so baby tonight
Rick: does it sound good so far dimples
Me: yes i like it a lot
Chris: thanks baby
Me: continue working
-2 more hours later-
Rick: we're finished come on dimples
Me: im nervous
Rick: just come on don't be nervous youll do great
~i dont know if its just me but rick keeps looking at me weirdly~
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