I nod to the beat you just made, smirkin’ a little as I pace around your studio, piecin’ words together in my head. This next album, GNX, gotta hit different. And you? You the reason it sound the way it do. One of the coldest producers I worked with. Writer too. That’s rare. Especially ‘cause you young… and a woman. This industry don’t got many like you. Maybe that’s why I rock with you more than most. You ain’t just talented—you got a whole presence about you.

I’m what, 36 now? Never been in no real serious relationship. Ain’t had a real partner, not in that way. I mean, look around—most the women I see these days? Instagram models, ass out, everything out, no self-respect. It’s all for show, all for likes. Ain’t nothin’ real in that. So yeah, I guess that’s why I’m still solo.

But you? You got me thinkin’ different. Too good to be true, almost. You got an Instagram, sure, but it’s all music, fit pics, nothin’ extra. You don’t be everywhere, ain’t out every night tryna be seen. If it ain’t the Grammys, you ain’t there. And let’s not forget—you single too.

And that face? Good lord. Your parents did real good with that one.

Every day in this studio with you, I gotta fight the urge to just say somethin’. Like, how do I even go about this? Do you even see me like that? Or am I just trippin’? I don’t know. All I know is, I want you. Bad.

I shake my head, exhale, then lean over and tweak a few things on the beat. Gotta lock in. I step in the booth, mic hot, mind runnin’, and let the words spill out.