"I didn't know the rain was purple." Michael looked deeply into Prince's eyes, with crimson cheeks.
"That's until you helped me see it."
|DARLING MIKEY; ORIGINAL STORY|
It all started with an unfortunate accident at the concert of James Brown in 19...
I tapped my pen constantly on the desk in thought. The song was complete, the melodies had been sent from heaven above once again and I couldn't of been happier. However, there was something missing. The tapping of my pen started to get louder, and even louder as the hour rolled by.
"Hey," Quincy staid sternly, I quickly stopped and looked up at him. He softly put his hand on mine, lowering my hand down. Clearly annoyed by the sound of the pen.
"Please stop," He took his hand off of mine, and started to rub his temples. "You've been doing that for over an hour now."
I sighed, slouching back in my chair.
"I'm sorry," I rubbed my face, feeling a bit frustrated. "Something's just not right."
Quincy turned his head, raising his eyebrow "What are you talking about?"
"The song," I stood up from my chair. "It's missing something."
"What you do you mean?" He turned his chair around to stare at me pacing back and forth, "Mike, I know you're all about adding something more or making it the best that it can be. But we don't have a lot of time, we have to move onto the next track."
I kept pacing back and forth in deep thought, also trying to keep calm. The album release date was coming very soon, and of course, Quincy and I have goofed off so much to the point where we are in crunch time, again. The same thing happened when we were working on the Thriller album, nothing new.
However, if there needs to be something added or changed, I'll do it in a heartbeat. My ultimate goal was to make this album top Thriller, and I was very serious about that.
At times, I felt like Quincy underestimates my seriousness, which is why he thinks we should easily move onto making the next track. I don't care if we have to extend the release date, and yes I know I will receive hell for it, but I refuse to leave any stone unturned. If I wasn't going to go big, then I had no business doing it at all.
I cursed at my self in my head, over and over again, trying to think of something. Then I stopped in the middle of the room, and a light bulb clicked in my head.
