Gangstress

September 1998 (3)

***Angel's POV***

It was now a week and a half later and I had been in the studio all day recording. It was starting to get pretty late, but I stayed put. I loved recording at night, I felt like I always got more done. Especially since the studio was pretty much empty except for me and my audio engineer, so I found I could focus a lot better.

I was currently in the booth recording Drugs and right in the middle of my first verse I saw out the corner of my eye familiar blonde hair walk in, greet my producer and sit down beside him. I was confused as to why he was here? I knew him and his crew were flying in tonight, but we weren't supposed to start working until tomorrow. 

I stayed in the booth reading off my notepad and just ignored him until I was done the verse. I could see him bobbing his head to the beat until I finished. Once I did the beat cut out and my producer started talking to me. 

"That was dope as fuck Angel, but I'm gonna bounce out if you don't mind? Em said he can take over for me." 

I frowned at Em and he grinned. "Aight, have a good night. Thanks for all your help!" 

The mic cut off and the beat started playing in my headphones again. I saw my producer get up and start packing his shit and Em moved to his chair. The beat cut off again and he started talking. 

"Aight baby, what else ya got?" He smirked. 

I rolled my eyes. "Just play it." 

It started playing again and I went into my second verse. He pressed different buttons while his head was still bobbing. A few minutes later I finished it and he started talking again. 

"Come out for a sec, I got an idea." I took off my headphones and exited the booth. "Sit down." He got up and went into the booth. He put on the headphones and yelled "Aight!" I played the beat again for him and he started bouncing to the rhythm. 

"Damn ma/I love you like the lah, the ganja/Sensimilla, can I feel ya?/All I wanna do is touch ya/The ultimate rush/You're drugs baby."  He went through it for a second time and the voice he used was completely different from what I had heard on his record. It was really smooth and sexy. He finished and motioned for me to cut the audio. 

He walked out of the booth. "What? You didn't like my hook?" I asked. I had already laid down my hook earlier today, so I had just been working on the verses.  

"I just think male vocals would sound dope on it." He played it back and we listened to my first verse and his new hook. "What'dya think?" 

I nodded. "Yeah thats tight. I like it." 

"Told ya. Just gotta trust me baby." He grinned and sat down. 

I rolled my eyes. "I thought you didn't even like my music?" 

He shook his head. "Nah, I never said that. I just don't think you should be objectifying yourself."

"I'm not. I'm objectifying men." 

He shrugged. "I don't know, I don't think the public's gonna see it that way." 

"And that bothers you?"

"A little." 

"Well that's your problem then, not mine. And I would suggest you check it right quick 'cause I don't fuck with this whole jealous, possessive shit."  

He blinked a few times thinking about what to say. I think he was taken off guard by my response but who the hell does he think he is? "Nah, I'm good baby." He leaned back in his chair. 

I internally rolled my eyes at his obvious attempt to look cool. "So where's your boys? I thought they were all comin' too."   

"Well Porter went directly over to ya girl's house, and everybody else is just at the hotel drinkin'."