Chapter 9: 'Where's Rum?'

ROSE

The Studio was impressive for a first time visitor like me—it’s enormous, filled with all sorts of instruments and a variety of people and talents.

A man–who looks like a bouncer, and I recognised as M.Biggy, one of the most sought-after music producers in the music industry–came forth to take Rum’s hand. They did a secret handshake, which ended with them doing a shoulder-bump, before M.Biggy asked, “You got the bridge?”

“Sure.” Rum thrust a thumb in my direction.

I blinked at them in puzzlement. Hmm? It’s with me? Fuck! I rummaged through my bag, clawed through the contents, searching wildly for a piece of paper. I don’t recall him passing me anything. But I’m not that confident of my memory.

“I said take it down, didn’t I?” Rum shouted with annoyance. “Dumb girl….”

“Oh! Those lyrics!” I gasped in relief. “Yes, here it is!” I opened my notebook wide and showed my scribbles to M.Biggy.

In a swift motion, he took a snapshot of the page with his own phone then patted my s