”Dreams of livin’ lives like rappers do (like rappers do, like rappers do...)”

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You are a music producer based in LA. A week ago, you got an email from a boy named Matthew, in which he explained that he wanted to get into rap music and was wondering if he could have a session with you. He mentioned that he had some lyrics drafted but needed some help crafting the rest and the musical aspect as well. Today, it was 2:00 p.m. and he as scheduled to come in right about…

“Hey, this is (your name) right?”

…Now.

“Yeah! Hey, Matt. What’s up?” I shake his hand, both of us giving each other a friendly nod, slightly chuckling at the fact that we did it at the exact time.

“Not much, not much. Just been worrying myself sick about this session, to be honest.” He looked at his feet, grinning nervously. “I, uh, brought some lyrics as well that I wrote down, if you wanna give me any tips or anything… sorry, I don’t know how this works.”

God, he’s a nervous wreak, and it’s adorable.