Page 10 of Juice
I was hoping lil mama that Tito linked with ain’t let me down. I told her if she got Nariah to come through, I’d toss her a few dollars.
Letting my thoughts spew through my words I professed my interest in the mysterious woman whose presence I was determined to be in. Once I finished cutting my rhyme, I slid my headphones off and left the booth. Sitting back at the sound board I waited for Trell to do his part before requesting him to play the song from the beginning.
The studio door opened causing me to toss my head back to see who had entered the room.
“You just did that?” Noble asked, stepping over to where I was seated with Kamp trailing behind him.
“Yeah. Majik hit me up about it.”
“That’s what’s up.” He leaned in and dapped me up. “Wanted the two of you to meet.” He pointed at Kamp. “Got some shit I’m cooking up for your album and want Kamp’s input.” He let me know.
“What’s up Kamp.”
“Can’t call it brother. Welcome to the label.”
“Thank you, man.”
Turning to Trell, Noble patted him on the back. “Trell, give us the room for a second.”
When Trell got up Noble sat in his seat and turned to me. “The four tracks we laid down last night went up this morning. Collectively it was decided that War would be your debut song. Everyone agreed with how raw and gritty the lyrics are and think we should lead with that. It’s real and authentic and we’re not trying to launch you as some gimmick rapper.”
“I had a feeling it would be that one.”
War was the song I worked on with Noble so I already had a feeling that it would be the preferred one. Tito thought they would go with Jehovah because of the story behind it but I kind of figured they wouldn’t roll that one out first.
“Now that we’ve gotten that figured out it’s time to put that final spin on it so we can get it out there. The quicker we can get a buzz going the quicker we can get you on stage.”
“That makes me happy man.”
“That’s what I like to hear. Is Tito in the building? I got some things I need to go over with him.”
“No but he will be later. My session doesn’t start for another three hours. I just came to do this for Majik first.”
“Bet. Well, we gone get out of here and let you do your thing. When Tito get here the two of you stop by my office and we can talk business.”
“Will do.”
“You got your money?”
“I did.” I smirked. “It’s sitting handsomely in the bank.” The label had given me a million dollars for signing and the money had cleared but I hadn’t spent shit. To be honest I was scared to touch it. The deal was solid so I wasn’t worried about going broke or owing nobody in the long run because the way my contract was set up the label would recoup theirs on the back end, but still. I had never seen that much money ever in my fucking life. I was in the beginning stages of living out my dream and still couldn’t believe the shit.
“Spend some money, you earned that fair and square. Treat your fam to something nice. If you keep working the way you are there’s more where that came from.” Noble let me know.
“Preciate ya man.”
“Ain’t nothing. We up though. Fuck with me later. I’mma send Trell back in.”
“Aight.”
When Trell made it back into the room I sat with him while he mixed the track and as soon as it was done, he sent it over to A&R for approval. Since I ain’t have nothing to do I decided to go grab Ma Dukes and treat her to a quick lunch before my next session.
Leaning back in my chair I glanced around the menu trying to decide on what I wanted to eat. “What you gone order?”
“Hell, I don’t know. You got me at this fancy restaurant knowing I’m not used to nothing on this menu.”
“Paschal’s ain’t fancy Ma Dukes.” I chuckled.
“Too fancy for me. I would’ve been okay with Ted’s.” Sitting the menu down on the table she folded her hands together. “How’s everything going down at your label?”
