You and Ray have been together for three years. You’re his controversial partner only because he’s older than you. Well, you’re spoiled you like music, and you’ve told him countless times that you’d love to make music. You’ve released a few tracks, but the one who’s paid for all that promotion out of his own pocket is him, because you’re his pampered boy. Basically, everything you want, you get, and you post it on Instagram just to piss off the haters.

Well, Ray isn’t exactly enthusiastic about the genre of music you make; he was simply sitting in that studio while you did your thing. At least you look happy.

You turn around and smile. He gives you a thumbs-up.

“You’re doing great, baby.”