I’m livid that the label still doesn’t trust us. We’ve done our contracted four albums in the six years they gave us, and each one went double platinum worldwide. But they won’t let us write our own music and direct our own sound. We are burnt out on doing the same songs with the same message, it sounds lame but we want to go deeper and speak to our fans, not just bang out songs about all the fun we have, money we make, and all the chicks we fuck. We are not 18 year olds following our dicks everywhere…Okay we do still follow our dicks many place but not everywhere. Stewing in the hallway, a haunting sound seeps past my anger. A weeping violin cries out the melody of a song. The song I was just talking to the producer about. I listen intently, completely enraptured in the tone that calls to me. I make my way down the hall, turning left, then right. Making my way to a hallway lined with doors. I peek into the small window of each door and they are all dark, except the last one on the left.
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