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"so, watchu think?" I asked, a nervous hint to my words.
The song had ended and the producer had still been quiet.
"well..." he started.
damn, my ass finna be working at foot locker for the rest of my life.
"You chose the right song." He nodded.
"let's go!" I said happily, before realizing where I was and straightening up, "I mean— thank you sir."
He shook his head at my antics then spoke up, " I want to work with you, but it's gonna take a lot of time, and a lot of sleepless nights." He told me.
"I'm down, I'll do anything." I told him eagerly, nodding.
"Alright." He extended his hand, "I'm Producer Collins but lots people just call me OG."
"Jayceon Carter." I told him, extending my own hand to shake his.
we shook sternly then I spoke again, "so like, what do I do— when do we start working?" I asked.
"Well slow down," he told me, "right now we need to perfect this song some more, then we'll work on other things."
I nodded and digested his words.
"I'm gonna go back to my hotel, and fine tune what I can—but I want you to come to this address tomorrow morning, 6:30 to be exact. Ill be leaving chicago at 10 am so if you're late then you can kiss this deal goodbye." He told me, handing me a card with an address on it
"I won't be— guarantee it." I nodded.
"Alright young man, Give me your number and I'll be in touch."
Swiftly I told it to him, talking so fast I was tripping over my damn words.
"I look forward to working with you—don't disappoint me now." He spoke.
"absolutely not."
He chuckled and led me towards the door.
When we were outside of the room he told the security who I was and what his plans were.
Once they had their orders they escorted me out of the backstage area.
Whole time, I ain't even give a fuck I ain't get to see Kendrick— I got something ten times more important.
I was so fucking close to my dreams I could taste it—finally this was it.
You know a nigga was happy when I was damn near dancing on my way back to the car.
The Producer even had a security guard personally escort me to the parking garage, ya' mans was already moving famous.
Once I got back to the car Aug looked up from his phone a smiled at my expression.
