The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. Drake retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. Finishing up his final thoughts, Drake hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.Īs he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room. I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you, Ungrateful. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Future then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Drake. How can you live with yourself? Ungrateful, ungrateful." The Engineer looked over to Future with concern. How can you live with yourself? Haven't even heard from you. Drake continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio. But that * can't save your soul, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. How we let it get like this I don't know. Closing his eyes, Drake began to flow freely. As the outro began to play, Drake put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Drake's demands. "I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."
He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened. The track stopped playing, and Drake stepped from the shadows. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Future and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "Diamonds Dancing." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Drake in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "Diamonds Dancing" with surgical precision. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis.
The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Atlanta.
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