I walked out the audition building as well and went home. When I got home, I immediately walked upstairs and went to my room. I jumped into my bed and finished my sleep.
2 hours later, I woke up from my nap. I was starving so I went downstairs and made a BLT sandwhich.
I went into the living room and ate my sandwhich while watching tv.
Mom walked into the room. "I'm leaving to go to the studio," she said, "Can I come?" I asked, "Sure," she replied and with that I got up and walked upstairs to my room.
I walked into the bathroom and got ready. When I was finished getting ready, I walked back downstairs and went outside.
I got into the van and waited 5 minutes for my mom. 10 minutes into the ride, mom broke the silence and spoke.
"How do you think you did on the audition," mom asked, "I think that I'm gonna get the part," I said.
"That's what I wanna hear. It's good to he confident," Mom said and I smiled.
We finally arrived. Thankfully there was no paparazzi when we arrived.
We entered the building. I followed mom to her assigned room.
I sat down on the couch and watched silently as my mother worked. It was kinda boring.
5 minutes into the session, mom looked over at me.
"You wanna help me with this song," she said and I nodded. I got up and walked over to her.
"Here, Make a beat," she said and I began to play with the twists and knobs on the sound bored.
"Stop!" she yelled when she heard the perfect beat. An idea lit up in my mother's head.
She walked into the booth and signaled for me to start the beat. I did so and and started recording as well.
"Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin')
I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bama
I like my baby heir with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got a hot sauce in my bag, swag. I see it, I want it, I stunt, yellow-bone it
I dream it, I work hard, I grind 'til I own it
I twirl on them haters, albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low, sippin' Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off (I go off), I go hard (I go hard)
Get what's mine (take what's mine), I'm a star (I'm a star)
Cause I slay (slay), I slay (hey), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
All day (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
We gon' slay (slay), gon' slay (okay), we slay (okay), I slay (okay)
I slay (okay), okay (okay), I slay (okay), okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay
Prove to me you got some coordination, cause I slay
Slay trick, or you get eliminated
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, cause I slay
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J's, let him shop up, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
You just might be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay
I just might be a black Bill Gates in the making
I see it, I want it, I stunt, yellow-bone it
I dream it, I work hard, I grind 'til I own it
I twirl on my haters, albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low, sippin' Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off (I go off), I go hard (I go hard)
Get what's mine (take what's mine), I'm a star (I'm a star)
Cause I slay (slay), I slay (hey), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
All day (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
We gon' slay (slay), gon' slay (okay), we slay (okay), I slay (okay)
I slay (okay), okay (okay), I slay (okay), okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay
Prove to me you got some coordination, cause I slay
Slay trick, or you get eliminated
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, I slay
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation
You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation
Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper," my mom sang.
The music stopped. "That was amazing," I said while clapping and giving her a thumbs up. Mom smiled and walked out of the booth.
"I jsut have to add a few things and I'll be done," she said and I nodded as I sat down.
My stomach started to growl. "Mom can I get some money. I'm starting to get hungry," "Yeah, There's 50$ in my purse," She said and I walked over to her purse. I got the money out of her purse and walked across the street to the pizza shop.
Thankfully no one really recognized me. I ordered 2 boxes of pepperoni and sausage pizzas. I brought them back over to the studio.
I took one box and mom took the other one. We sat and ate as we listened to the perfected and adjusted version of the songs off her new album.
It was around 7:40 when the session ended and we left the studio.
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