May 1992
Alexandria "Alex" Wright
"Is it a game that we're playing?
(Don't let it be a game!)
You don't understand
Your love is taking over me
(No, no! No, no, ooh!)
And I'm going crazy
(Ahh)
Trying to do it by myself
But I need your help
(Badapadapada)
Baby please (Oh baby please) listen to me
I'm down on my knees (Yeah)
Baby please (Yeah) give it one more chance (Ooh)
Baby I love you and I want you know
(I just want you to know)
If you love me baby
(Lo--"
"Cut! Cut!" Yella shouted from outside the booth causing the musicians to stop playing their instruments.
I exhaled deeply into the mic.
"What is it now, Antoine? This is like, what? The fifteenth time you've stopped this session today." I snarled.
"That second pre-chorus? Towards the end of it? You were flat, once again! You need to redo it, and get it right this time. You got all these people here, including me, got Jerry booking these sessions, and here you are playing! You wanna be a prima donna, but you sure as hell ain't working like one!"
My nostrils flared in anger.
It partially wasn't Yella's fault for the way he was speaking to me. I told him to be hard on me when we first started these studio sessions six months ago. Besides, if I didn't hear it from him or Warren, then who? It might've got me upset, but that's essential to helping me get the job done when needed. That's all that mattered to me.
"Run it back, asshole!" I spat.
Yella chuckled in amusement before whirling his finger around, signaling for everybody to take their places.
"Take sixteen." One of the studio engineers cued.
"Is it a game that we're playing?
(Don't let it be a game!)
You don't understand
Your love is taking over me
(No, no! No, no, ooh!)
And I'm going crazy
(Ahh)
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