In Disguise

Scene 9

I had met the majority of the people who were at the studio that day already. His manager, producers and close friends treated me the same as they did him, laughing and joking around as if I was one of them.

Due to my lack of success with previous friendships I had not expected this level of comfort with them, but their company was easy and I was incredibly grateful for that. To be instantly accepted by people was not something I was used to.

The studio was a dimly lit room with a large window looking into the recording booth, a vast technical desk table filled with switches, sleek buttons, and computer screens, and an array of sofas scattered around.

He spent most of the time working on things with his team, experimenting with beats and generating lyrics. Occasionally, he would sprint into the recording booth and rap something that they had just come up with.

But despite this, he never stopped showing me attention and asking my opinion on what he was working on, coming over to me and wrapping his arms around my body to whisper something in my ear that they couldn't hear.

I liked that he always acted the same with me around them and he wasn't afraid of being his authentic self or being seen to be sweet with me.

They all made me feel welcome as always and attempted to involve me in the process. His producer made me sit at the desk next to him, showing me how everything worked and asking for my contributions to the projects they were working on.

I enjoyed watching him joke around and interact with everyone, like I was seeing a different and more social side to him yet he was still the same as always. His confidence and the way he held himself was attractive; that casual, calm coolness that he possessed.

He could be saying and doing very little, yet at the same time, overflowing with that particular charm which he had. There was also that distinctive aura which surrounded him.

Undoubtedly, he was funny too, joking around and being silly with everyone in the studio. Every now and then there would be cheers or bursts of laughter, and the camaraderie between them was fun to watch.

It was incredibly easy to get lost in their world and forget that I was just his not famous girlfriend, but it was almost as if I had a different identity around them, a heightened status, like I was someone important.

Just then he paced towards me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

"You wanna come on the track now?" He smirked, taking my waist and pulling me towards him.

I nodded, smiling, turning my head so that I was facing him. He grinned and kissed me, before taking my hand in his and leading me into the recording booth. Gently, he fitted the headphones over my head and positioned me in front of the microphone.

"Is this for the new song you've been writing?"

"Yeah." He smiled.

Something in the fact that he wanted my voice on a new song he had just created filled me with a sense of pride and gratitude.

He explained to me what he had envisioned and I did my part, providing the few words of my voice which he wanted to go at the end of the track.

After making my cameo in the song, I returned the headphones and exited the booth with him to be met with clapping and encouragement from the rest of his team.

He looped his arm around my waist again and held me next to him.

"I hope it doesn't ruin your track." I teased. "I'd feel bad if it was the end of your career."

His eyebrows raised in amusement.

"Baby, all you're going to do it make it better," he winked.

I rolled my eyes, smiling.