All Things Illuminate [bwwm] ; ON HIATUS

I

It was dark evening in the woods. A deep forest, full of hidden secrets of those who would travel to escape the hectic and fast pace of the city. All was quiet. The only light to exist within the boundaries of the horizon were the pink sunrays attempting to latch onto the dark turquoise sky as time ran out. That... and a little artificial light illuminating the window of a cabin. Shawn's cabin to be exact. On a normal day, things in the cabin would consist of him, his guitar, his lyrics, and the recording studio with a few personnel, but most importantly, his thoughts. Those thoughts would somehow, through the magic of the universe, translate into music notes and voice, creating his second album. But tonight was different. He decided he wanted to be alone. He had suffered a bit of writer's block for the day, and the only solution was solitude. He had the beat of a song in progress- 'No Promises'- on replay. It was almost perfect. Almost. He had the chorus and verses down, but it was the bridge that troubled him. He had thought of something being half-rapped, like the bridge of 'Show You', except this song had a much different vibe. It was mellower, more mature, like a darker version of 'Something Big'. He couldn't figure out exactly what the song needed, and there was this deep burning desire within him to make it good. He suddenly grabbed his pen. Lost in a flight of thoughts, he just began writing. He wasn't sure what he was doing or why, but it felt good. The movement of his wrists, the flow of ink onto the paper. He kept writing down the sudden lyrics. It was as if he no longer had control, like his wrist and his thoughts had just taken over. It got faster. Faster. Before he knew it, it was in cursive, and then gibberish, and then the next thing he knows, his pen is tossed across the room through an involuntary flick of the wrist. He tilts his head back, heavily breathing. For a brief moment, time at the little cabin stood still. For that brief moment, all of his life desires had been filled. But as quickly as they overcame him, they left... leaving him as empty as the cabin in the woods. He decides to open his laptop and look up different rappers and listen to some of their songs. One by one, he goes through a seemingly endless list of rappers, and what seemed like an eternity of different songs. But nothing seemed to fit. They were all either too aggressive, too materialistic, or their voice just wasn't really compatible with the mood of the song. At this point, he's nearing the point of giving up. Then suddenly, it hit him. He figured out what he had been doing wrong: this entire time, he had been looking up male rappers to see which one had the right style and voice to possibly be featured on his song. However, it was a woman that was needed. No, not just a woman, a female rapper. And there was only one female rapper in the world that he could think of, that can effortlessly do the job. Shawn decides to see if he can find Nicki's contact/booking info. After a while, he comes across a really old tweet from back in 2009 with her booking email. Does she even use this anymore? He thought. She's gotten so famous that she probably has another, more secret email. But he wasn't about to see if his manager can get in contact with Nicki's manager, he wanted to keep this idea to himself. He decides to go through with emailing her, and simply hopes for the best.