Forever Swingin || DeVante Swing • Aaliyah

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Aaliyah

Without you, baby, I feel worthless ..........

Put a message in a bottle, baby
and send it to me; I'll come running to you
Because, baby, I'm down with the way that you want me to be
And I would do anything for you, baby
I'm down with the way that you want me to be
And I would do anything for you.
I have no doubt in my mind you are the one for me. "So there's is no need to be insecure, see
I'm so glad to know we got a street thing going on
So here I am, baby, just bring your loving on, on, on.

          I CLOSED MY eyes and belted out every word written on the notebook sheet down below on the stool. My voice blended in perfectly with the beat and bass DeVante perfectly produced and put together. I was a bit tired, but it was worth it because I was doing the very thing I felt I was born and loved to do, which was sing. I haven't been in the studio for a while now due to DeVante merely focusing a little bit more on other demanding projects thrown his way, such as the album Diary of a mad band which was coming along so great from what I could make out and hear from my bedroom upstairs. He was a busy man, no doubt about that. Most of his time was locked away in the studio nightly, working and occupying himself laying down tracks, producing beats for others, and perfecting them. He was so hardworking, always working, but I wondered whether he forgot he was the one who asked me to come to live here with him in the first place. Or did he forget about the teenage girl occupying his guest room upstairs? I guess that's why he startled me so much earlier this morning by coming into my room, waking me up in the crack of dawn to get started on arranging and warming up on vocals and harmonies, lyrics Etc.

We had breakfast first if you considered pop tarts and orange juice nutritional enough to be called breakfast. Hmm, once I dwelled on it long enough, that's all DeVante ever seen to have in his kitchen cabinets and refrigerator. Junk food of all sorts didn't make much of a rocket scientist see that those magical talented hands he possessed were horrible in the kitchen because everything I consumed since I moved in was takeout every other night. Greasy New Jersey-style thin crust pizza and every part of a chicken chuckling body. I wasn't complaining, though, because I enjoyed every bite, but I knew my parents would throw a hissy fit if they found out I was eating this way, let alone having no nutritional value. I already lied to my mother over the phone the other night and told her I'd been flossing every night before bed when I knew that wasn't the truth. My parents were those, well, you know, health conscience black folks who took everything seriously.

     My voice faded out with the last note as DeVante cut the music off. As always, I smiled softly, waiting for his response. I mean, it was only the first verse and the chorus; nonetheless, we still had A lot more work to get done, but I loved the song matter of fact, I loved every song he has written so far. DeVante paused for a minute before pressing the button down and grabbing the microphone. He cleared his throat before speaking.