Apartment below

Chapter 11

Peyton

"What's this?" Sabrina asked as we pulled up to the Hollywood records studio "I wanted to show you where I record" I smile, opening the car door and stepping out. She does the same, following me closely inside the building

"Back already Mr Meyer?" A lady at the front desk asked. I nodded, "sure am" I chuckle, heading down the hallway to one of the studios I use

Sabrina looked around the room with wide eyes "wow" she mumbled amazed. "It's cool, right?" I ask, closing the door to the studio. She nodded "it looks so..complicated.." she replied, looking over all of the buttons in front of the big glass window

"I don't really touch any of that stuff, I let the producers do most of that..I just sing" I reply. She nodded, stepping inside the actual recording room "Wanna try?" I ask, quirking an eyebrow

She shook her head no quickly, "no way..I wouldn't even know what to sing" she giggled. I smirked, stepping back into the main room and sifting through papers in a folder, passing her the sheet of lyrics

"What's this?" She asked confused "it's a song we haven't even started recording yet, I wasn't sure who I wanted on the track..give it a go.." I reply. She bit her lip, her eyes scanning over the words "who's this about?" She laughed softly, her eyes wide

"No one particular..just trust me.." I beg, inching closer to her. She sucked in a breath "fine..but after we're done, we delete it" she warned. I put my hands up in defence, "okay" I reply

"Okay..what do I do?" She questioned. I placed the sheet of lyrics on the stand in front of one of the microphones "all you do is read the words, and sing, I'll do the rest" I explain

She nods, "how do you want me to sing it?" She asked. I shrugged "however you feel like singing it, I'll match your tone" I smile sweetly. She nodded again, putting the headphones on that I gave her

"I'm gonna put a beat in it, just to make it less awkward that your singing into nothing" I explain, stepping out of the recording booth and putting in a small beat in it. She nodded, smiling

"Done everything and done it again..Not every party needs our attendance..Don't take this as complaining, Just little rearrangements, All the nights that we've been taking, Maybe we could take one off.."

"Could be in the canyons, probably in a mansion, But I like where my hands is, I just wanna hold tight, Always gotta go out, we don't ever slow down
Not like we don't know how, I just wanna hold tight
Ah, I just wanna, I just wanna hold tight,
Always gotta go out, we don't ever slow down
Not like we don't know how, I just wanna hold tight"

..she finished her part, smiling a wide smile to me as I sung the part that was for me. She continued on with the rest of the song until it came to an end, looking up to me, she pulled her headphones off

I stopped the recording, my jaw on the floor, "let me produce it" I beg. She chuckled, shaking her head, "it's a good song, but I'm not who you want on it" she replied, stepping out of the room

I looked to her confused "don't want you on it? Do you want me to play it back to you? You're 100% the only person that can be on it" I plead. She laughed again, "well I'm glad you like it, it was fun" she smiled

"See, you could become your own artist, do this everyday as your job..you have the talent" I reply. She sucked in a breath, "maybe one day.." she smiled softly..