Flame’s Pov
“Fuckk” I groaned, letting my head crash back against the sofa cushions in the studio room. I look over at J, my producer, watching his hunched over figure as he fine tuned the sounds for my new single.
He had his headphones over his ears , head bobbing as he listened and fiddled with the keys on the sound board adjusted the tracks to his liking.
He better love this version cause I’m stepping into the booth to record any more versions of this song tonight.
Fourteen hours straight was my limit!
I reached for my phone, tapping the screen , the Lock Screen lights up, the time 1:00am, bold and glowing across the screen , my brows furrowed .
I didn’t realize how late it had gotten.
She hasn’t come to check?
I clicked open my messages, scrolling down to our chats…nothing
