As I got off the elevator, I breathed in the faint scent of marijuana from last night that still lingered in the hall. Walking down the long corridor was surreal. I was currently walking to Studio 4 to record my first song in a professional setting. I was pretty fucking excited.
We got back to the hotel pretty late last night, so I let LP sleep in. I, on the other hand, was way too excited to even sleep. As soon as the sun came up, I was leaving the hotel and headed straight for Bad Boy. With my guitar case in hand, I twisted the door knob to Studio 4 and walked in. The room had the same layout as the studio from the night before, except the room was a bit smaller.
Last night, Slim and Kells had shown LP and I how to record a track, the simple way. I was 80% sure I'd do it correctly.
I dropped my belongings on the small couch opposite the recording equipment. I walked over to the sound board, turning on the machinery, and stared blankly at it. What was the next step? I found the necessary buttons to turn on the microphones and headphones in the sound booth. Afterward, I grabbed my guitar case, opening it, and began to tune my guitar.
I knew what song I wanted to record. I had actually written it this morning at 4:45AM. I told ya'll I didn't sleep.
I began to hum as my fingers strummed the guitar strings. There was a light knock on the door. I stopped, startled, and looked over to the door; the same blue eyes from last night silently greeted me.
"Oh hey," he said, smiling. "I didn't mean to interrupt." He took a step into the room, his hand still resting on the doorknob. "You left the door open. I could hear your guitar from down the hall. It sounds great."
"I didn't realize I didn't close the door all the way," I smiled apologetically. "Sorry."
"Na, don't worry about it," he said. He glanced around the room. "You're by yourself?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I left Lauren sleeping back at the hotel. She isn't used to your kind of lifestyle yet, I guess." I was referring to last night. Slim and Kells definitely out smoked us within a few hours. We held our own for a while though.
"What about you?" He asked, leaning back against the door. He folded his arms across his chest. I hadn't realized what he was wearing until now; a black shirt that had big white letters that read, EST. He wore regular denim jeans with rips across his knees and a pair of dirty Chucks.
"What about me?"
"Can you handle it?"
I shrugged. "Pretty sure I can." I stood up from the couch with my guitar in hand. I rummaged through my cross-body bag until I found my notebook. I glanced back at him. "You wanna stick around?" I laughed glancing at the soundboard. "I'm not really sure how to work any of this shit still."
He laughed. "Yeah, sure. I'll help ya out. It's the least I can do for a fellow label mate."
I walked into the recording booth, closing the door behind me. I dragged the stool that was in the far left corner of the room in front of one of the microphones. As I sat down, I adjusted my mic bringing it closer to my mouth and then adjusted the other so it was closer to my guitar. I slipped on the headphones and almost immediately heard Kells' voice.
I grinned. "How ironic."
He gave me a confused look through the glass. "What is?"
"I'm Ready - that's what the song is called."
He grinned, nodding slowly. "Alright, recording... Now." I watched as he pressed a few buttons on the sound board. I began to strum on my guitar, hitting ever necessary note perfectly.
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Bad Intentions || MGK FF [ON HOLD]Fanfiction
Niykee Heaton is a nineteen year-old girl with a passion for singing and songwriting. All she's ever wanted to do in her life was sing. With the support of her family and her best friend LP, she finally gets her big break by getting signed to a majo...