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Sal felt the elevator slowing as it approached their floor and noticed the walls vibrating slightly as it came to a stop. The doors slid open releasing a cloud of pungent marijuana smoke to accost Eden and Solomon’s nostrils. They fanned their hands frantically and stepped off the elevator into the lavish recording studio. Blood red walls framed the spacious studio and a honey brown wooden door concealed an adjacent room. Directly across from the elevator on the other side of the room stood a winding staircase that lead to an additional floor. The large, black speakers that were built into the walls vibrated above a long glass window beyond which stood a recording booth with lumpy, gray acoustic padding lining the walls and a lone microphone hanging from a stand. Keno stood wearing dark, gaudy Vercace shades, holding one side of his headphones to his ear and belting out lyrics wagging his head to the low tones of the track:
Got collard green schemes, plan to get the chedda/
I got ta make the pasta when you mix it all togetha.
Got a soul food plate/
My whole crew ate/
Swear I’ll never sleep until my whole crew’s straight.
A loft in New York, a crib in LA/
California and New Orleans wanna live in each state.
True Goon rule. Neva will I break/
From a boy to a man I ain’t need Wanya…
He was in a trance, using his hands to emphasize selected words and phrases. Jokes aside, Keno was pretty dope.
Outside the recording booth stood a massive mixing board with two engineers adjusting levels and members of Keno’s crew, ‘the Fort Knox Goonz’, were scattered throughout the room talking, snacking on pizza and chicken, and smoking thick hand-rolled Blunts. Rough House sat on a leather couch, flanked by two of the shapely models Solomon had seen at the party at Otto’s mansion. They watched as Rough House ate a large fried chicken leg and washed it down with a can of Bud Light. As Solomon surveyed the room, Keno stepped out of the booth. True to form, the models immediately ran to his side. Groupies.