Devante Swing, known as Mr SWING. One of the most powerful men in the music industry. He runs his own record label in New York City called "SWING RESIDENT". Everybody who was everybody wanted to work there for or with him. But the chances were very...
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I sat down in the DA BASSMENT studio. I watched Tweet, and Tornado in the booth singing one of my old songs I had written when I was going through some things back home. The both of them sound so good together all they have to do is get it approved by Devante himself. He's somewhere around here they gone call him down and play the song for him. All I could think about was what if he doesn't like the song? I'M GONE FAINT Nah they not gone say I wrote it because he would automatically call it a no, so Tweet going to say she did
The beat Timberland had composed went well along with the song Tweet vocals mixed with Tornado's. Man I feel deep down in my gut this will be a hit song one day, either if Mr SWING doesn't approve it. I'll have Tweet to pass it on to somebody else SOMEBODY gonna take it. I grabbed another chip out of the cheetos bag, throwing it into my mouth. I wipe my hands off before touching the board I adjusted the sound a little so you could hear Missy adlibs
"Okay one more time Missy I need you to come in right after Tweet finishes the last of her verse" I said She nodded her head. I pressed playback and watched as Tweet started singing once Timberland started the beat over to the last part of the song
I don't know why I was feeling good today. Well maybe because I got to play around in the studio for the first time instead of running errands, and taking business calls for them. I have only been here for 4 days and out of them all it was going good so far. Other than the other night I had to WALK home after Mr SWING wasn't paying attention to me. I decided I should stop trying to be seen for him, we would never happen
"You might as well become a producer girl because damn you good" Static said, he was sitting beside me eating almost all of my cheetos. I turned to look at him scrunching up my face he didn't even put in on this
"Nah this is nothing" I shook my head. I can't picture myself being a producer I personally think it's too much work. What I'm doing now is just something I wanted to try since I was in a real studio
"Nothing my ass bro you should really think about it man" he said, hyping my skills up. "Shit I just might need you to write and produce me a song". One thing I liked about them is that if you were feeling unsure of your work and you needed someone to make you feel good THEY are the people to come to. I swear they stay hyping me and my pen game up
"Thank you but I made up my mind I'm sticking with being y'all assistant for right now" I shrugged, grabbing another chip from my bag it was the last one. I know this jug head ass nigga didn't eat all my chips up "Where are the rest of my chips?" I asked, looking over at him HE gone turn his head and ignore me "Static don't play"
"Shush and listen to them they sound good" he changed the subject pointing to Tweet nem in the booth I rolled my eyes and shoved his shoulder, he stay doing some goofy shit
I put my focus back into the booth they were really in there. I smirked giving them a thumbs up I really put my heart into this song. Can't nobody tell me this wasn't hitting. I was so caught up into the moment I didn't hear Static whisper my name I turned to look at him, and down at his finger he was pointing at the door. There stood Devante he had some new black shades on that covered his eyes
