Shy girl Onika has had a crush on boisterous Robyn for a while now and she's finally came into contact with her. Will they end up together, or will Robyn's drama filled life interfere with their relationship?
They really were though. I shouldn't even have joined this bitch ass school cause I was only interested in music not all this other bullshit, but I heard there was some fine ass girls in this bitch so I said fuck it.
I drove Nicki to class in my BMW and kissed her goodbye.
Now I finally had time for something that mattered to me. The music.
I pulled up to my boy Bobby's studio.
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He was about 5'10, he wore glasses, biracial and he had curly hair. Really positive guy.
"Aye wassup Robz it's been a hot minute. How you been dawg?" He smiled at me giving me a bro hug.
"Just been caught up in school man". I lied through my teeth.
"Girl you straight up lying! You know you been flocking to them hoes." He said animatedly.
Little does he know I only have my eyes on this one girl, and I'm 75% sure they're not leaving her.
"Nah not anymore these hoes are wild out here ya know. Anyways nigga enough jibber jabber let's just get into what I came here for!" I grinned.
I sat by the grand piano in the corner of the studio and began to recite my piece back to him. "Find light in the beautiful sea I choose to be happy..."
"Yooo that's tight dawg", he dapped me. "You wrote all that yourself... yo that's some beautiful shit right there."
I laughed at his reaction, "all day nigga", I stuck out my tongue.
"Yooo get behind that mic pronto!" He said with a strong drive.
I walked into the booth. I was singing into the mic as he was EQ'ing my vocals, adding some delay, reverb, and a tad bit of auto tune. He helped add some background vocals. After that was done, he played it back to me and I was in awe. This is why Bobby is that biracial nigga. He was one of the best producers in this city.
Roughly two hours later, he perfected the instrumental behind my vocals. I WAS SO FUCKING EXCITED TO HEAR THAT SHIT BACK OH FUCK.
Cheesing, I came out of the booth and into the studio center where the mixer and the speakers were and stood by Bobby. He pressed play on the track. Once the chorus hit, both of us had this stank expression planted on our faces and we were vibing the fuck out to this masterpiece.
"Yooo this is straight heat, what the fuck....SHIT!"
He was over here talm bout some "AYEEEE" "WOOOOO" "DAMNNNNNN" "YOOOO THIS SHIT IS ELECTRIC!"
Meanwhile I just had my eyes closed, barely moving, goosebumps all over my arms and face, having an orgasm through my ears, music taking over me.
The track ended and I cheesed so hard, my face hurt.
