13 TIKTOK- 1:10/2:00 (1/2)

It was late at night. I was reading a magazine while I laid on the red sofa, while the music hit my eardrums. It was not perfect, because it was still in the making. I was moving my feet with the beat, when I heard the wrong lyric being rapped.

”No, No, No.” I threw my magazine away as I hovered over Cline's shoulder, pressing the 'MIC' button on the switch table.

”P.A., it's 'Grind on my mind' not 'Grind in my mind'”

Cline turned the music off while Priscilla shook her head up and down.

Cline turned the music back but before he played, turned to me and said, ”Are you sure? It's almost 1. Recording the four songs in one session is a drag.”

”Play the music. The recording of this song is almost done.” We'll see what we will do after.

My phone rang as Cline started giving instructions to Priscilla. I stepped outside of the studio and saw a number I recognized, and I knew what I had to do now.

I hung up the phone and came back. The session was in progress and Cline was bumping his head with the beat in an un-energetic manner. I went over shut off the 'MIC' button. The I dropped to his shoulder and whispered in his ear,” So, how long are you going to bite me?”

His head bangs stopped while his fatigue was nowhere to be seen. ”Wh-What do you mean?”

”You know what I mean, Cline. You know what they call me in the market right?”

Cline took a pause. I guess he understood where I was going with it.

”They call you the Hitmaker.”

I smiled to myself and continued,” Yes. They call me the Hitmaker because I have a talent of writing hits. Now, I didn't know that you had that talent too. Especially when Priscilla came up to me about the song concepts, I had discussed only with you. As a producer, you have a factor of trust to live up to. But you made my concepts into subpar lyrics and presented them to Priscilla. No, you presented your crap to the rapper P.A. ”

I could hear the gulp Cline took following my statement.

”Now, I didn't come here to complain. To expose you, I can just tell this to Priscilla. She can do everything herself. This is a camp that me and her made. You, you facilitated everything, and got paid in full. But you tried to bite more than you could chew. You. Messed. Up.”

Cline turned his head slightly, only to see my eye burning a hole into his brain. He immediately turned his head back to his original position and murmured,” So, what are you going to do?”

”I'm going to have you return a favor for all the biting you did.”

”What do you want me to do?”

I took a deep breath and whispered, ”Become the Hitmaker.”

He turned back again with bulging eyes of surprise, only to look at my coy smile.

”Oh, don't be mistaken. You will have to write hits for P.A. and her fans. But before that, you will hold a press conference to announce her third album as her lead producer and do your thing. Follow it up by claiming that you are the original 'Hitmaker', and I always took cues from you. As far as I go, there wont be any trouble on my part.”

”But, what about P.A.'s manager position. Or the label head?”

”I have a recommendation. Find Herman Brar of Wayne's University of Commerce, New York Campus. She was the manager of Volleyball team Priscilla had her match with. Tell her only what she needs to know. Everything else will make sense on its own.”

He took another gulp. ”Will you be in touch?”

I was taken aback at his comment. ”Why do you think I'm leaving?”

He dropped his head. ”Just, sounds like you are leaving.”

I put my hand on his head and said, ”You gotta do, what you gotta do.”

I turned the 'MIC' on and said,” P.A., its enough for tonight. Let's go home.”

She looked across the glass towards her manager and her producer and nodded. She wiped her sweat off her face and armpits, then hung the towel over the mic. Cline bolted on this reaction while saying, ”How many times will I have to tell you not to hang your dirty clothes over the microphone!”

As he went in the recording booth, Priscilla came out. Her hair was wet with sweat. She was in her pajamas and tank top, both matching blacks. She had her hair over her right shoulder and was running her hand between them while she breathed heavily to catch some breath. She had been in the studio for eighteen hours, so getting a little tired is part of the job.

Her body gave off the aura which was nauseating for me. Her big chest moved up and down while she filled her lungs with air. The sweat was still scattered all over her face. Thus I decided to wipe it off, starting with her lips.

I kissed her while she was in the middle of tending herself. I sucked on her sweat laden lips like no tomorrow. While kissing her lips, I put my hand between her crotch, which gave sweet aroma of the best body fluid. Priscilla was catching her breath, while here I was, stealing it from her. I released her crotch from my grasp and clasped her boob. In the meantime, our tongues frolicked when they met each other. Priscilla also put her hands to hold my face and sucked my lips diligently.

I released the hand from her breast and threw it over her shoulder. Then I flipped the finger behind her. I broke the kiss with Priscilla and peered over her shoulder, where Cline was filming us.

Just like always.

He put his cellphone back into his pocket and said,” Hey, you have to let me in on this once in a while.”

I pulled Priscilla besides me and threw my arm over hers.

”Delete it, old geezer. The only reason I am afraid is that it would kill Priscilla's persona. She hadn't come out yet.”

”Well, you said that it would contribute to her acceptance in the general public. If she comes out now, at the peak of her career, she would be labelled as the niche rapper. And people can be accepting and what not. But the social stigma doesn't turn off like a switch. And you know that.” Cline was giving his lecture on public profile for the nth time again. ”Therefore, I will be careful about this video. I will only watch it in bed, alone.”

”We both know you will be alone, gramps. No need to insinuate it.” Priscilla had a point.

”Well, there is a seal of approval for me to keep this video for later times.” Cline was stubborn.

”NO!” We said in a unison.

Cline looked dejected, so we turned around not to face him and said, ”We'll be going. It's getting late. Delete the video Cline.” I said and left the room.