Why the fuck does he insist on breaking my balls? She let Pace continue to rant, but turned her attention back to her laptop, and zoomed in on the third bar of the hook.  There was no way she would be able to leave the studio before midnight.  This would be the second time she’d stood him up, but she simply wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight until the track was absolutely flawless.  There was something off about four counts into baseline.  Poppy would need to go in with scalpel-like precision to get it right, and the last thing she needed was some bull— Continue Reading »