Sadé's POV:
— Tuesday, December 13th
I awoke to light shaking of my shoulder by Marshall, trying to wake me up. I let out a sleepy groan, pulling the heavy blanket over my entire body and head. I didn't have any plans today so I wanted to sleep in after my recent work trip and long night out last yesterday.
"Baby, wake up. I need to tell you something then you can go back to sleep." Marshall tried again, being successful this time.
"Hmm?" I asked, pulling the covers off my face as I was met with his blue eyes.
I scanned over his features, seeing he was already wide awake. I saw that he was already dressed, letting me know that it was some time near 8:30 in the morning since that when he leaves for work at the studio everyday.
"Are you busy today?" He asked me.
"No." I replied groggily.
"Can you come to the studio today so we can work on the track?" He asked with a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Of course, love. What time should I be there?"
"I have a meeting that ends around 10 then I have to work on a few things. So maybe at one." He suggested.
"Okay. I'll be there." I confirmed.
I guess I do have plans for today after all. I'm honestly as excited about them as much as Marshall is because I knew that I'd have a fun time going through the process of making a song. Plus, I already told him last night that I'd do it so I had no issue showing up for him.
"Thank you, sweetheart. I'll see you later. Love you." He said as he bent down to give me a kiss on the cheek.
I closed my eyes with a smile, telling him I loved him back as he walked out the room to leave for work. A girl could get used to this life of love, I thought to myself as I drifted back to sleep.
—
After I had slept in for another two hours, gotten ready for the day, and did my hair & makeup, I needed to get dressed. I shifted through my area of the closet that Marshall had made space for me for, looking for something to wear. That was when I stumbled upon a pink jumpsuit that I had never worn but bought. It was a little revealing for the weather, but of course, I will always choose fashion over comfort. I laid it out on the floor, trying to find some good accessories and shoes to pair it with. After a long fifteen minutes of trying to decide on an outfit I settled in something. I wore a pink legging jumpsuit, pink fuzzy Ugg boots, a light purple fuzzy jacket, pink fuzzy earmuffs, and a light purple fuzzy purse that I was gifted for my birthday a while back. I worse some silver jewelry, and called it a day. It was giving winter baddie, which I loved.
I went downstairs after I put all my belongings in my purse, which was only some money, a small perfume, my phone, some lipgloss, gum, and keys. I was about to make myself a late breakfast when I decided that I might as well make food for everyone. It was practically lunch time anyways, and I was going to be leaving to the studio soon.
I chose to make some seafood pasta and garlic bread since it was quick and easy. I only had less than two hours before I had to be at the studio so I didn't want to spend a lot of time cooking or end up being late. I know how Marshall is about being on time to things and staying on schedule so I wasn't even going to try it. I gathered all the ingredients, boiling pasta while I seasoned some shrimp, scallions, and chopped lobster meat. I cooked the meat in a skillet as I started working on the garlic bread. I cut up a loaf of French bread, buttered it, and sprinkled a little bit of cheese on it before putting it in the oven to bake. I also added some other things to the pasta like alfredo sauce, tomatoes and spinach for flavor and veggies.
In less than an hour, I had finished cooking everything. I packaged everything up in their respective containers, put it in a picnic basket, and left the house. I asked Drew to drive me to the studio so that I could ride back home with Marshall. He agreed without any hesitation, saying Marshall had already instructed him to do so.
— Effigy Studios
I had just arrived at the studio, snapping a quick picture of my outfit for the gram before going inside. I checked in at the front desk with the receptionist, being escorted to the room where Marshall was sat with Paul and Denaun. There were also some other people like sound engineers. I sat the food on the table, going to give my man a quick hug as I greeted him, waving at everyone else. Everyone quickly ate, seemingly busy with their own work today; There wasn't nearly as much talking as there was work.
Eventually, things settle down in the studio and Paul and Marshall sit me down to go over signing me for the day, how it'll all work, and things of that nature.
"A lot of this is signing things and me talking so get comfortable." Paul said, pulling out a stack of papers.
I simply nodded my head. Oh, they were serious about the officiality of it all. They could've just say they signed me and not had really done it, but I guess Marshall really wanted it written on paper to throw in BlueFace's face.
"Cool. So you're going to be signed to the label for a total of three weeks. That's so that there's enough time between making the song, recording it, and then filming the video." Paul started.
"Yea, we'll be making the song today, but it's going to take a little bit of time before we can film the music video given how impromptu this all is. But it'll be done before Three weeks." Marshall clarified knowing I needed my video to be posted before Christmas.
"Okay. That sounds good." I confirmed.
"And in the contract it also outlines that you'll be producing only one rap along with only one music video. Nothing more nothing less. All of it will be paid for by ShadyRecords, handled by me and Marshall, and you'll also need to promote this." Paul continued.
"Promote this how?"
"By posting about it to your Instagram and tagging ShadyRecords. You can post a snippet of you rapping, a picture of you in the booth, or if you have a different idea - that. And ShadyRecords is also going to post you on its Instagram. Then when the music video drops you'll need to post about that too." Paul explained.
I looked over at Marshall who held an indecisive look. I mean, doing this would be very public of us. People were going to know that ShadyRecords was behind all of this regardless, but explicitly posting my face to his record labels Instagram? Mhmm, I was a little unsure about that one. That was very revealing of our relationship despite us literally having gone to an award show together less than three days ago to confirm the rumors. We just tend to be private so this was a bit much for us. This was going to be in everyone's faces.
"Umm..." I hesitated, looking over to Marshall for reassurance.
"It'll be fine. I'm cool with it. It's not like we haven't posted each other before. Plus we posted you when you modeled in my merch." Marshall shrugged.
He made a good point. I was already posted to their page with my face on it. I guess I was just nervous. I didn't know how the public was going to take this. It could either go really well or be detrimental to my career. I guess I was trying to make excuses to deal with my anxiety.
"Yea, but people didn't know we were dating then." I stressed.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to." Marshall reiterated.
"No, I do want to... I'm just getting a little nervous. I've never done anything like this. Like what if people call me lame for this or say that I suck? Marshall, you know that would hurt my career more than it would hurt yours right?" I ramble out, starting to overthink again.
Marshall simply grabbed my hand that I was subconsciously tapping against the table with my nails, looking me in my eyes.
"It's gonna be fine. Don't worry about it. I promise you." Was all he said before looking back at Paul.
Just that alone made me feel ten times better. I felt like I was in good hands. He wouldn't allow me to do something that would possibly damage my career. Especially not at his expense.
"Alright. Where do I sign?"
I looked over all the paperwork for my own good, signed on all the dotted lines, and handed it back to Paul. When eveything was all said and done, I was ecstatic. As Paul was leaving the room, he made a comment about Marshall and I:
"You both are crazy for doing this. Now I understand why the two of you get along so well despite obvious differences. You're both nuts." He teased us with a smug look on his face before walking out completely, making me snicker.
"Don't mind the bald man. He's a little upset that I have more hair than him." Marshall shot back with an annoyed look on his face.
"Anyways, let's get started on this diss track." He turned to me in a way softer tone compared to how he was talking to Paul.
—
Marshall and Denaun had been producing a beat for the song for the last hour and a half and had asked for my op onion on it several times. I liked it. It sounded very feminine compared to a lot of the rings I've heard be produced from them. It wasn't as hardcore or raunchy as something Marshall would use in his music. Instead, it was actually quite melodic with the exception of when the beat dropped then came back a few times. It definitely fit my style and wasn't overly dramatic. I was bobbing my head to the finished product, loving everything I heard.
"So what do you think? Think you can work with that?" Denaun asked me.
"I love it, y'all. Oh my god, I'm about to be a rapper. Big S!" I squealed, my excitement bubbling over.
"What's that?" Denaun wuestioned with a confused look on his face.
"It's not what. It's who. And it's me!" I clarified.
I heard Marshall facepalm himself as i went on as he started laughing uncontrollably.
"So it's your rap name?" Denaun smirked.
"Yes."
"No." Marshall and I had said at the same time.
I side eyed him annoyingly. swear he never takes me seriously when I tell him I'm Big S. He's such a hater.
"Anyways." I smacked my lips, continuing to eye him down before rolling my eyes entirely.
"Ight, Big S. I fuck with it." Denaun said, siding with me.
"I still have one question though." He piped up after a few seconds.
"What's up?" Marshall said.
"Why exactly are we doing this? You never really told me the reason of all of this." Naunie curiously wondered.
"Because some little boy called himself clowning my lady on social media because he got rejected. Then called himself trying to clown me too. Saying how he wanted to sign her as a pick up line then said she'd never get signed solely because she's pretty, calling her out if her name and shit. I don't tolerate that. Well guess what?" He started, his voice getting deeper as he started to get mad all over again.
"I'm signed." I finished his sentence, "And I am a pretty girl. So let's make a pretty girl freestyle." I said feeling poise.
"Ouu, I like that. I like the way you think. But let's call it a pretty bitch freestyle instead. You know what I'm sayin? Because that's what he called you. Throw it back in his face." Marshall agreed with my idea.
"Damn. I had no clue any of that even happened. He's about to wish he never said anything at all." Naunie grimaced.
"Well that's because you were wasted as hell on your birthday when it all took place. He's lucky I don't see him in person." Marshall deadpanned.
He took out his notebook that he wrote all his lyrics in, flipping to a new page as he slammed it against the desk. I involuntarily flinched, not expecting from him. He really is bothered by all of this, which in turn made me bothered. Now I was pissed at BlueFace too. I was ready to go off in him in these lyrics simply because he made my baby upset. How dare he? If he wanted to act tough on social media, he was going to feel both of our wraths now. Marshall ripped out a few sheets of paper and handed it to me along with a pen.
"Here. Write down some things you can think of. Even if you don't think it's the best, wrote it down if it pops into your head. That's the first step. Then after a few minutes we'll come back together and see if anything rhymes, see what sounds good and what doesn't. Okay?" He instructed me.
"Okay." I said trying to think of something good to use as a diss.
Marshall was writing as well as the beat played over the speaks repeatedly. He seemed to be in a zone, his pencil never leaving his paper. I peeked at his paper every so often, noticing everything he wrote was really good. I felt self conscious about what I had down, which was barely anything:
- I don't wanna be with BlueFace, I make BlueFaces
- I'm a pretty girl, come fuck with a city girl
- I see 'em copy every look I got a few daughters
- Pretty bitch music
- I'm not a rapper, I plan on running fashion
- Every check I deposit got a few commas
- You're a slob, do you even have a job?
I had barely come up with anything after 30 minutes. I didn't think making music would be this hard. If it was easy though then everyone would be famous. This only further proved why Marshall was so talented and smart. After a few more minutes, we started to share our ideas. Denaun went first, going the more R&B and pop route. His lyrics were really good, but I felt like they didn't describe me too well as a person. The Marshall went and let's just say his words were a lot more twisted, hard hitting, and rap-like. He did have some good verses that I loved though about me being boujee and my ass being fat. And I wasn't being biased neither. Then there was me. I didn't even want to say them out loud so I handed them both the paper to read. Theirs were way better than mine, and it was clear that I was self conscious about my work. I mean, my words were terrible compared to theirs! I obviously knew I wasn't going to be great, but dang. I didn't think I was going to be this bad...
"Your lyrics aren't that bad." Marshall said with a hint of surprise in his voice.
"Yes, they are." I whined.
"They're really not. We've worked with people who were so bad they needed ghost writers. Yours isn't that bad, Sadé." Denaun chimed in.
"Really? Y'all aren't just saying that?" I think.
"No. The "I see 'em copy every look, I got a few daughters" line goes hard. Maybe not as hard as "you're a slob, do you even have a job?" because I'm not going to lie... That one is trash. BUT we're getting somewhere. You have all day to write. We're here to help you. We know this isn't your forte." Marshall encouraged me to keep going with the process.
"Okay. I got this." I tried to convince myself.
"You sure do, Big S." Marshall shot me a sly wink that no one else saw, "Let's keep on writing." Marshall insisted.
The fact that he finally accepted my rap name, made me cheese widely. I was starting to feel myself if I'm being honest. I can do this. I don't have to be the best because this isn't my cup of tea. Plus, I have two talented guys helping me write all my verses, one of them being my boyfriend. Of course, I can do this, I hyped myself up. I needed to stop overthinking so much about this. This is supposed to be just as much fun as it's meant to be taken seriously.
So for the next few hours, we all shared ideas on things I could rap about: Myself, my wealth, where I'm from, taking shots at BlueFace, how pretty I am, that type of thing. We had decided long ago that anything I wraith needed to fit the theme of being feminine to fit the name of the song: Pretty Bitch Freestyle. It came naturally to the guys, whereas I had to think a little harder, but that was okay with me. There were some lines that were clearly me just trolling like the "Bankroll in my bra, extra paddin'" line. It was simply me being funny. And then there were other lines that were a lot more real like the line where I talked about how I'm a changed woman and am in love with who I am now, and how when I was coming up in the industry at fifteen years old, I had people often times men trying to take advantage of me because I didn't know any better yet. However, most of it was me talking my shit and getting everything off my chest. It's felt good to write it all down on paper how I've been feeling lately - To basically tell all the hater fuck you, to tell all the people that did me wrong that I don't care, and that I'm up now. And that I didn't feel bad about it one bit.
— A Few Hours Later
The lyrics for the rap was finally done. When we had finished, it was only Marshall and I left in the studio since it was past 5pm, meaning the work day was done for all of his staff and employees. Naunie did stay a little longer, but he too had to leave after a while because apparently he had a date. Marshall was teasing him about it, purposely giving him really bad advice. Thankfully, he didn't take it otherwise the woman would've probably thought he was a psychopath. I, on the other hand, wished him luck and was really happy for him. Nonetheless, it meant Marshall and I were left alone in the studio to finish the song in completion.
To say I liked the lyrics was an understatement: I adored them. I was so proud of myself. I thought they ate down. I couldn't wait to record it and make the music video. I knew once I uploaded this on my YouTube channel, everyone was going to go crazy. The song went a little something like this:
"Big mama, I'm a shit talker"
"I see 'em copy every look, I got a few daughters
Every check I deposit got a few commas
Pretty bitch, mouth slick, I'm a good problem" - What this means is that I inspire these girls. I know that they look up to me for fashion inspo, so I know that when I wear an outfit they're going to try to recreate it. Also every check I deposit does have a few commas - That's the truth. And I work my butt off for those checks too. Additionally, I am pretty and I do have a slick mouth because I can be sassy at times so I'd say I'm a good problem. I can be a lot to handle sometimes, but it's worth it. I know Marshall sure does think so.
"Fell asleep in Gucci, hating hoes so boosie
He ate it with his grill, now his diamonds in my coochie
I was in the dorm stressed out with my roomie"
"Now I'm in a Benz stretched out 'cause it's roomy
In love with the new me, a long way from boostin'
Since fifteen, I had niggas tryna seduce me
But fuck gettin' paid off the blade, you can't use me
I'm a top-dollar bitch, but I'm far from a hoochie" - Denaun was the one who helped me out with these lines. This is simply me reflecting on a small portion of what I've gone through, having to learn my way through the industry from such a young age, and always having to make sure no one takes advantage of me or uses me like I mentioned earlier. It means saying that I've come a long way, made it, and that I love who I've become.
"Trending off a selfie
Chanel me, off the top shelf, please"
"Only fuck with niggas if they handsome and wealthy" - This is taking a shot at both my ex and BlueFace. They're bottom of the barrel men. I have no clue what I saw in my ex, and I have no clue what anyone sees in Blue. They're slobs. And honestly, not even my type. I'm dissing them both while hinting at my relationship with Marshall.
"Crab meat got my ass looking healthy
I ain't worried 'bout a blog or a bitch
Speakin' on my moves like it's news, you a snitch
Every lie off your lips get me views, I admit
All my quarantine pics going up, I ain't miss" - This entire verse was actually written entirely by Marshall himself. He kind of went off on how the media did me dirty, and how Blue was making up lies and talking bad about me on social media. Not only that, but the part where he called someone a snitch, yea he was talking about blondie, Skylar and that whole situation where she called herself exposing me to everyone in the studio. I'm just happy he called my ass fat.
"Where the hustlers who ain't stingy with the tricks?
I'm only sittin' on the dick if he a money-making Mitch
I'll show him I know how to throw it back if he can pitch
We could switch, I can be the nine and you can be the six
Give me shoes, give me jewels, put a Slurpee on my wrist" - Everyone is going to know who this line is about...
"Got a Zoom in the afternoon, boy, you gotta dip
It ain't rude, it's the rules, I'm just stickin' to the script
My six-inch heels click, leavin' Louis prints
Kitty pretty, so I call the cat Doja
Your pussy stink 'cause you always drink soda
Remember my closet was in my Toyota
Jordyn ain't trip when I slept on the sofa
Our daddies caught cases, we got our diplomas"
"I been through it all, I can't take shit from no one" - My life has literally been full of ups and downs. I've been at rock bottom so many times and have brought myself back up, healed myself, and found myself all over again, it's insane. When I say I can't and won't take shit from no one, I meant that. No one can ever try and think they got one up on me or disrespect me because it's impossible. Not Skylar. Not Zach. Not BlueFace. Not that hate account. Not the people who broke into my home. Not the media. Not my family. Not nobody. Simple.
"Icy Gang like Aspen
All the pretty girls know they gotta tap in" - This is just a fun shoutout to my girls, that are like sisters to me, that I love so much.
"I'm not rapper, I plan on runnin' fashion" - This is the truth. I'm not a rapper and never will be. I plan on running the fashion industry despite me being a social media star. That's the end goal.
"Bankroll in my bra, extra paddin'"
"He tried to leave, huh, knew it wouldn't happen
'Cause I got the fire neck like dragons" - Once again, Marshall wrote this one. I think he's trying to tell the people that I'm his lady and that he's not going anywhere anytime soon.
"I'm the Birkin bae, keep my baby hairs laid
Fendi frame, the Hermès mermaid
Pretty face, no waist, first place"
And that's it; That's the rap. Now all I had to do was record it according to Marshall, then that would be it for the day from me. Marshall set me up in the recording booth, placing the pair of headphones over my head. He adjusted the mic to my height before going back into the main room to sit in front of the soundboard. He placed his own pair of headphones over his head and pressed a button so that I could hear him talk.
"Can you hear me?" He asked, his voice ringing through my ears.
"Mhmm."
"Okay. So what I'm going to have you do is read the lyrics from the paper. The music is going to play through the speakers and your headphones. You won't hear anything else except for you and the music. You won't even hear me unless I press this button right here." He explained.
"I got it. I've done voice overs for my YouTube videos before so I don't think this should be any different." I said confidently.
It was the same concept. Put some headphone over your head, go to a quiet space that was soundproof, and talk. How hard could that be? I've done it countless time myself for my own videos where I had to voiceover it. So I wasn't scared to do this part at all.
"Alright then. I'll let you do your thing, Sae. You can go ahead when you're ready." He stood corrected.
I heard the beat start to play through the headphones as I tried to get in a zone. I picked up the paper, looking over the lines. When I felt that I was ready, I started to read the words off the paper.
"Big mama, I'm a shit talker. I see them copy every look, I got a few daughters." I started.
Things were going good until I got to a certain part. That's when Marshall rewinded the beat and told me to redo it. So I did. I redid that line over again. And again... And again... And again... I couldn't get it right so we decided to move on and try it again at a later time. So I started to sing a different verse: "I ain't worried about a blog or a bitch. Speakin' on my moves like its views. You a snitch."
"Nah, run that back one more time." Marshall said gruffly.
"Again?" I frowned.
"Yes. You aren't pairing the words together correctly. You're pausing at the wrong times." He told me.
Oh. I thought I was doing good, but I guess not. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I tried to concentrate harder. I tried it again, and he simply stopped all production. He stopped the beat. Turned the speakers off. And just looked at me through the glass until he said something.
"Sadé, that's not right. Let's take a break." He signed, running a hand over his face tiredly.
Immediately, I felt like I had fucked up. I was trying so hard, but nothing seemed to be right. I couldn't get my lines right, I kept stumbling over my words, and apparently I didn't know how to catch a beat neither. I might as well be called BlueFace too because the beats fucking running from me. I was terrible. I thought I had this on the bag or at least could hold my own weight, but I was so wrong.
I snatched the headphones off my head, and walked out the room entirely without a word. I didn't want to feel like I was disappointing Marshall. I knew how excited he was about this and I felt like I was ruining it by constantly messing up. I was annoyed with myself, and he was probably annoyed with me too. I took a minute to compose myself in the studio's kitchen before returning back to the recording room. I just needed a break and a moment to myself to calm down; Otherwise, I thought I would cry out of frustration and stress.
I genuinely didn't think working with Marshall would be this difficult. Yea, I did the merch photoshoot for him but he was a lot more relaxed then. It seemed like when he was in the studio, in work mode, it was a different story. He was very picky on how he wanted things to go, ran a tight ship, knew exactly how things needed to go, was on top of everything, and overall very hard on everyone. I've always heard that he was like this but never noticed it first hand. Not until I actually had to do the same things as everyone else that is. He was serious about his work, which I quite adore because I'm the same way; I was just taken aback by it all. Especially when I thought he might've been mad at me.
When I got back to the room, I saw him waiting for me with an unreadable expression.
Marshall's POV:
I could tell that Sadé was struggling a bit as she went through the process of writing and recording the song. I didn't expect her to be some secretly talented rapper or anything. I didn't have my expectations to the sky because I know that this isn't what she does. She isn't in the music industry. So I figured that it would be more of a challenge for her. I also figured that she'd be best at filming the music video because that's where she shines the most: In front of a camera. That part would be a piece of cake for her.
I thought maybe it was her nerves not being on her side, but I wasn't sure. She kept messing up on simple things like stumbling over her words or her pace. I wasn't stressing it though because I was going to continue to be patient with her. I wasn't mad. I wasn't even worried. I knew she'd get it eventually, and that I just needed to help her get to that point: Coach her through it. I didn't care how long it took, even if it meant spending all night on it.
Not only because I wanted her to take her time, but also because I really wanted this song to be as good as possible so that I can be the biggest asshole on earth to that little bitch boy. Call me what you want - A dick, evil, manipulative, I don't care. This is what happens when you fuck with me, my daughters, my family, or my lady. You get shitted on. I couldn't wait to see his reaction to this.
But despite me being patient with her, I'm not going to lie and say I was in the happiest mood about it. Yea, I was a little annoyed and frustrated. Like I mentioned before, she was messing up on little things. The simple stuff that you couldn't possibly get wrong. I will admit that it did get me tight. I did subconsciously grow harder on her. While my expectation weren't through the roof, they definitely weren't on the ground. I did expect a little better from her. And the producer in me came out and was tough on her because I knew she was able to do this.
I had told her to take a break a few minutes ago because I could sense the tension between us. I felt that maybe I was being too hard on her; That maybe my expectations were too high, knowing that this isn't her industry. So I told her to chill for a few minutes, then we'll finish working in the track. We both needed a break because I was getting a little dense too. I needed to remind myself to cool it, and she needed to calm her nerves.
When she came back, I was waiting for her with a clearer mindset. I was ready to get this show on the road, but also continuing to be mindful not to overdo it with my crazy work ethics. I held a stoic look on my face, feeling neutral. She sat next to me quietly, going over her lyrics before she went back in the booth.
"You ight?" I ask her, wanting to make sure she was okay to keep going.
"Yea. I needed that break. I feel refreshed enough to keep going." She said softly.
"Ight. Let's do it then."
She got back in the booth as I restarted the beat again. I put my headphones over my head, bobbing it to the beat of the music. She started rapping the lyrics to the music, and it was actually good. Her timing was better, and she was saying the words how they were meant to be said. It was great! It was just one issue. And it was bothering the fuck out of me. The way she sounded in my ears wasn't right. It was different. I didn't say anything though. I let her keep going a few times, not wanting to hassle her.
It wasn't until I figured out why & how she sounded different, that I felt comfortable enough to voice my expert opinion. I got up from my seat, walking into the booth with her. I slid her headphones off, startling her slightly as she hadn't noticed me until now.
"What's wrong?" She asked me as her brows were knitted in confusion.
"I need you to stop rapping like that." I told her nicely.
"Like what?"
"You're rapping in a way that isn't you." I stressed out with a sigh, "Listen, I don't mean this in a mean way at all, baby. But you're trying to hard to seem tough." I told her straight up.
"No, I'm not." She immediately got defensive.
"Yes you are. You're trying to make your voice sound more solid and loud. Why?"
"Isn't that what I'm supposed to do? That's what you do." She argued.
"No. And my voice is like that because A - I'm a whole man, and B - I rap about dark and crazy things. It wouldn't sound right if I just busted out in song." I chuckled.
"Okay, that's a fair point." She replied sheepishly.
I sat down in the stool that was placed in front of the microphone, pulling her into my lap. I wrapped my arm around her as I began to explain myself some more.
"Sae, you're a soft spoken woman. Your voice isn't loud, it's quiet, and you sound like a sweetheart. You don't come off as someone who who's mean or raunchy. You keep it classy and feminine so let's keep it that way when you rap: Classy and feminine. Now I ain't saying I don't need you to go in because I do. But just be yourself, you know what I'm sayin'?"
"Mmm, I guess. Let me try." She said as she started to rap again.
Once again, it was better than before. It seemed the more I coached her and helped her through it, the more she improved. I decided to go the extra mile and help her out some more.
"There you go. Now mean what you say. Don't be scared now. You don't want to sound scared and weak. There's a difference between being a bitch and being shy & reserved. Look, copy me."
I cleared my throat, grabbing the sheet of paper from her hand. In a high pitched voice to imitate hers, I started rapping the lyrics. I wanted to give her an example of how she should be sounding. I felt her body move against mine as she cracked a laugh, finding my impression rather amusing. I shot her a glare, trying to stay as serious as possible. This wasn't a time for games. Nonetheless, I kept going until I felt she understood.
She then repeated exactly what I said and how I said it and it was perfect. She sounded like herself and I really liked how she spoke and pronounced certain words naturally. I gave her a quick peck to show her that I liked what she was doing before returning to my seat at the soundboard. I gave her a thumbs up through the window, recording her vocals some more.
—
After another thirty minutes of recording the main song, we began to do the ad libs. It was very simple. Just say harmonize some words, say something cool, and basically go with the flow and freestyle. Nothing complicated. She said her rap name Big S, pretty bitch music, hummed a few words here and there, you know the typical ad libs.
She did amazing at that and I was very proud of her by this point. She had progressed a large amount, and I could tell she was a lot more confident now. Maybe a little too confident because what she said next definitely took me by surprise:
"Pretty face, no waist, first place. I'd be a billionaire if I sold my sex tape!" She yelled into the mic.
Immediately, my mouth fell agape. Where the hell did that come from? Sex tape?! My face turned bright red. Not because I felt embarrassed, but bashful rather. Mainly had said it out loud so freely without a second thought, and because it held some truth... We may or may not have recorded a little something on my phone at some point...
"Wait, wait, wait. What did you just say?" I ask once I'm out of my initial shock.
"Huh?" She tried to play innocent.
I didn't even bother saying anything back. I simply rewinded the recording, allowing her to hear for herself exactly what she said; Although I didn't need to because she knew exactly what I was talking about. She started cheesing as she put her hand over her mouth while letting out a cute little laugh.
"Oh, oops. It's just a little joke. Of course, I'd never release it."
"You better not." I pointed at her sternly.
"But IF we did..." Sae playfully suggested, not actually being serious about it.
"NO." I replied back equally as playful.
"I'm just saying. We'd be making bank." She mumbled.
"Baby, get the hell outta my booth." I shook my head in disbelief at her antics.
She sat next to me in another chair at the soundboard while I started to mix everything together. She was on her phone while I was working on the song. I was mixing, adding depth, removing certain parts, changing the way certain things sounded and meshing the lyrics to the beat: I was producing.
It only took around two hours. I was in my zone and focused on my craft. After some time, it was done. The song was one hundred percent complete. I played it aloud in the studios surround sound speakers. I was really feeling it. The lyrics for her perfectly, and she sounded dope.
"Damn, I done turned my lady into rapper!" I gushed as I gave her a passionate kiss on the lips.
"You did. Big S." She cheesed, seemingly proud of herself.
"Thank you again for agreeing to do this for me." I told her, showing my appreciation.
"You're welcome, love. You know I got you whenever you need me." She said supportively.
"So for the music video I was thinking maybe we could film it in Chicago." She brought up.
"Okay." I said open mindedly.
That wasn't a bad idea at all. I didn't see why we could film there. I didn't mind the travel since it was just the next state over. Plus, she was the creative visionary between the two of us. I trusted her creative direction a lot more than my own. So I was going to let her plan the shoot anyways. All she had to do was tell me what she wanted it to look like and I'd make it happen.
"Tell me what you want, and I'll take care of it."
"I want it to be fun. I don't want to overdo it. I want to silently flex. Like show everyone and all the haters that I'm really her. You know what I mean?" She started.
"Mhmm."
"And I want to film it at my house. It has a really nice view of the city. I want to throw it in the medias face that I'm a home owner now. Yea, my apartment might have been broken into because the address was leaked but now I'm in a home. And it's bigger and better. And I'm happy. And I'm moving on and forward in life. While they're sitting there at home, hating on me. And BlueFace better not ever mention me or you again. This video will probably be bigger than his entire career." She ranted, starting to go off on everyone that ever did anything wrong to her.
I just sat there and watched with a smile on my face. She's cute when she's angry. And she's even cuter when she starts catching a little attitude. Something about it was rather tempting. It was sexy.
"Is that what you want?" I asked when she was done.
"Yes, please." She hummed.
"Okay, pretty girl. I got it. All I need you to do is show up and look pretty while I get it situated." I squeezed her thigh.
"Thank you."
I held a mischievous smirk on my face the rest of the evening as I continued to work on my own music now. This was going to destroy that dude. This was going to be the biggest slap in the face ever. I knew it would do well too even as a standalone project, regardless of if it was a diss or not. I had never signed a woman to my label and I wasn't planing on it. So this was definitely going to be a surprise to everyone because it's completely unexpected from every angle you look at it: Unexpected from me, unexpected from Sae, and unexpected from the label. This was going to pull numbers.
— Later That Night
It was late at night, probably past 10 and we were still in the studio. I was staying late to finish songs for my album that was going to coke out soon that I was almost finished with surprisingly. All these late nights and early mornings were paying off. I offered Sadé to have Drew pick her up and take her home while I stayed here to work, but she declined. She said that it was fine with her and that she didn't mind; That she'd keep herself occupied by scrolling aimlessly on her phone.
She was sat in her chair, her feet resting on my lap as I worked on the song titled Killer. I was subconsciously massaging her legs with one hand as it helped me focus better. My other hand was pressing buttons on the soundboard, adjusting and tuning certain things. The song was blasting through the speakers and apparently Sae had caught on to the beat and chorus after while because I could hear her quietly humming it to herself. It boosted my ego that she liked my music.
Normally it would be such a turn off because I knew women only claimed to like it in hopes of getting with me, but because she was so genuine about it and supportive of me it was different. It made me feel good. And it made me live ever even more. She was the most supportive woman I had ever met. I didn't dwell too much on the thought though because I needed to get this song finished. At some point, Sadé made a comment about the song that made my ears perk up.
"Ouu, I think that line is my favorite. It's so satisfying." She randomly stated.
She was referring to my third verse of the song:
"Attack like the Ripper
All over the track doin' laps like a stripper
Now (Now), now (Now), w— wow (Wow) look out (Out)
Rap circles around ('Round) clowns, surround sound (Sound)"
"How so?" I asked for her opinion.
"It really does sound like you're doing laps around me, rapping circles like you said. That's so cool how you did that, MarMar. It sounds so satisfying and... Crisp, if you will. That and I just like the way your voice sounded there." She exclaimed, saying the last part with a blush.
"Thank you." I accepted her compliment and opinion.
However, I started to eye her suspiciously because I could sense that there was more to it than just her liking how my voice sounded or it being cool as she described it. It's no secret that Sae has an audio/voice kink. She does love when I talk to her in her ear. It gets her all hot and bothered, which in turn gets me going too. And I could tell that she was starting to feel it because she kept squiring around in her seat as more time passed. She thought I wasn't noticing what was happy with her but I did. She was getting turned on by my music, by my voice playing through the speakers.
I eyed her down from time to time, finding satisfaction in it all. I didn't do anything because I was curious to see if she'd make the first move. Because between me and her, I'd love to bend her over this soundboard and fuck her brains out. She was wearing this tight little one piece thing that hugged her body. It was railing me up all day since the moment I saw her walk through the doors to the building. She looked good as fuck in it. A little too good considering we weren't alone for half of the day. It kinda pissed me off too because I just know motherfuckers was looking at her ass or her breasts. But I managed to keep my composure and restrain myself from wanting her. And trust me, I wanted her bad, but work overpowered that feeling.
That, and the fact that I vowed to never have any sexual relations at my work place ever again after how everything went down with Karinna and Skylar. That wicked assistant I had and Skylar's crazy ass ruined it. Unfortunately, that applied to Sadé too. She wasn't exempt from the rule just because she was my girlfriend. I wanted to keep it as work related here as possible to avoid any more potential conflicts. If this was my home studio on the other hand, that'd be a totally different story...
A few minutes later, just like I knew would happen, Sae is making the first move. She's switching her seat from the chair to my lap. I don't question her, continuing to focus on my work. I was so close to finishing this song that I didn't want to get distracted. It seems Sae had other plans, however, because she started kissing up on my neck, running her nails through my beard. She knows I love when she scratches my beard.
"Stop. Don't start something you can't finish." I warn her.
"I think I can finish it. I can't help the fact that you have a nice voice. You know, I'd love to hear it in my ear, moaning my name..." She trailed off.
Bingo. I knew it. I know my lady. And I know when she's getting antsy and wants me to satisfy her needs. I bit my lip, letting out a deep chuckle as I tried so hard to keep up my good work.
"What's so funny?" She asked.
"You. Because I knew you got wet from hearing my voice. You not slick, Sae." I answered her with a grin.
"So." She mumbled shyly.
She rolled her brown eyes, still teasing me. She was lightly kissing my neck as time went on. She was running her nails over my skin soothingly, leaving goosebumps all over. And she was ever so slightly grinding her butt against my crotch. In a minute, I was getting ready to say forget about this entire song and take her to the car. Except I didn't. And I wasn't going to. I was going to finish this album.
"Sadé, baby. Stop. I need to finish this. I'm almost done with the song. Then we can go home, and then I can treat you just right." I gently told her, trying to control myself.
"Why can't we just have a quickie here though? I can literally feel you through your pants." She pointed out.
Goddamn it. I didn't even realize that I had a boner this whole time. Part of me was embarrassed that I couldn't even keep it all the way together despite everything I was saying. My dick really did have a head if its own, pun intended.
"Because this is my studio. This is my business, my workplace. I don't do that type of stuff here anymore despite me having done so less than six months ago." I explained to her the situation.
I was still turned on and needed some sort of relief, and she did too. I looked at her lips and grabber her face gently. I kissed her needily & sloppily. Just enough to keep her waiting.
"Sorry, but not here." I reiterated once I pulled away from her, shaking my head no.
"Alright." She pouted, but didn't push her luck.
I knew she was sexually frustrated right now as much as I am, but she understood boundaries. She didn't make a big deal out of me rejecting her, and didn't try to seduce me. She respected my wishes of keeping my workplace as professional as possible, which I was thankful for.
As much as I didn't want to turn down a chance at pussy, I had to. I had to work. I was definitely going to make it up to her in my home studio as soon as we got home though.
—
I had finished the song to full completion an hour later and was driving home. Unfortunately, Sadé had ended up being too tired to do anything because she had fallen asleep during the car ride home. I let her sleep and carried her up the stairs into our shared bedroom.
I didn't even bother waking her up to change out of her clothes or take her makeup off. Instead, I just did it for her. I changed her into her underwear, covering her with the sheets, and tried my best at taking her makeup off. I had no clue what I was doing for obvious reasons. I managed to get one of her wipes she uses to take it off, but I think I ended up smearing it around more than anything. At least some of it came off.
I then striped myself down to my own underwear, getting in bed next to her. I held her as I fell asleep, feeling happy with how productive my day had been.