•Blind~•{Eazy E X Reader Fanfic}°

A different view

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I went in with Ren ,another day as usual
The studio hummed with a low, comforting energy. The kind that wrapped around you like smoke and sound, thick with ambition, frustration, and raw creativity. For Korina, it was no longer just a hangout spot-it had morphed into something intimate. Safe. Familiar.

The beat of the boards, the scratch of pens, the occasional yelling over a bad take-it was all part of the rhythm now.

As she leaned against the couch sipping a lukewarm soda, Ren walked up and eyed her curiously.

"You enjoy bein' here, huh?" he asked, sliding into the seat across from her.

She smiled, resting her chin in her palm. "I really do. I think I grew into it. It's wild... never thought a studio would feel like home."

Ren grinned, shaking his head. "You a trip. Outta all the folks that float in and outta here, you the only one who came in as a guest and stayed like a damn fixture."

Korina shrugged playfully. "I guess I found my homeboys."

"Aww, now we your homeboys?" he teased. "That include Eazy?"

She smirked but didn't answer right away, choosing to sip her drink instead. Ren caught that pause. He knew better.

Just then, Dre popped out of the booth, waving her over. "Korina. Come here real quick."

She followed, stepping into the booth with him. The air inside was cooler, filled with the faint buzz of electricity and genius.

"I got a question," Dre started, adjusting the levels on the board. "You ever thought about singin'? Like, for real?"

Korina blinked. "You serious?"

"Dead serious," he said. "You got this natural tone. It ain't like Whitney or Mariah, but it's yours. It got texture."

She leaned on the board, skeptical. "Dre, I sing in the shower. That's it. My voice too soft. I don't got power like those other girls."

"You don't need power. You need soul. And you got it. I've heard you hum around the booth. I listen, Korina. Even when you think nobody do."

She looked down, caught off guard by how gently he said it.

"I'm shy, Dre," she admitted. "It's like... I don't know. I don't want nobody laughin'. Or tellin' me I sound weak."

"Nah. See, that's your problem. You think too much. What you got is emotion. You don't need to hit high notes to hit people in the chest.

You got this vibe, like Sade meets Luther vandross, but more R&B. I ain't tryna force you. Just... think on it."

She was quiet for a second. "I'll think about it. I promise."

Dre nodded. "Good. That's all I'm askin'."

As they exited the booth, Korina walked back toward the lounge where Cube sat on the couch, notebook open, chewing on the back of his pen. He looked up when she approached.

"Dre tryna turn you into a star?" he joked.

"Apparently," she said, plopping down next to him. "He thinks I got some magical vocal thing goin' on."

Cube looked at her, amused. "He might be right."

She rolled her eyes. "You tryna flatter me now?"

"Nah, just bein' honest," he said, smirking. "You got a vibe. I been peeped it."

They fell into easy conversation, swapping jokes, talking about the music they grew up on, and laughing over corny RnB or love songs they secretly liked. Their chemistry was effortless-too effortless.