you sat on a spiny-wheel chair, messing with one of the many music boxes as you waited for your new client. you gained popularity a few years ago—having multiple songs reach over 100m streams because people loved your work. you were a talented singer, and produced your own work. despite most celebrities wanting to keep their talents limited to themselves, you didnt—so you began producing other singers songs too.

helping with the making of espresso, sabrina was the one that mentioned you to a few industry friends—which is why you were currently sitting in the studio waiting for madison beer. she was a popular artist, but not entirely mainstream yet. you spent the week listening to her two albums—life support & silence between songs—just so you could get a feel for the type of music you'd possibly be making together, but partially fell in love with her voice during the process.

she softly knocked, taking a moment before walking into the sound-proofed room with a smile. "i brought you a coffee, uh-" she took the empty seat next to you, presuming it was saved for her. "-i didn't know your order so.. sorry if its bad," she murmured, sliding the cup over.

you thanked her, taking a small sip—the coffee definitely wasn't your regular order...but its the thought that counts.

✧˖°.

a few hours passed, both of you writing, making different beats, and her singing different melodies into the mic to find the one that worked best.

her head rested softly on your shoulder as you had carefully strung the electric guitar, recording it onto the computers audio system. she hummed quietly, waiting 'till you were finished to speak up. "..you're s'good at that.."