Xavier, a 25yo Straight Man and Aspiring Producer

I pull my headphones off and nearly slam them down on my desk, next to my PC setup. Two whole days and I’ve only just managed to twist this into something resembling a solid beat. I try to start working on a new beat, something to clear my head and maybe actually sound listenable, when-

Ding!

I glance down at my phone to see my best friend’s name across the screen. Before I get the chance to answer, my phone goes off multiple other times, causing more and more notifications to materialize on the screen, each taking the last’s place. I open the latest notification and scroll up to the top of his ramble.

“Hey”

“Hey!”

“Man, answer me!”

“I got some shit to tell you”

“HElloo?”

“Come one, asshole.”

“What’s up,” I ‘ask’, wondering what was worth this much of a frenzy.

“Look. You know how I’ve been dropping your name and some tracks whenever like big

musicians and producers and whoever come into the shop?” “Yeah??”

“Someone bit, said they wanna work with you. I got a ## and I can get you a hook right now.. ”

“Shit man, really? Who is it?”