Page 18 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy
He nodded. “I’m very sure.”
He turned back toward the booth while the beat kept playing, mouthing the words to himself as I quietly sang them out loud.
When it ended, he frowned a little.
“Something still missing,” he said.
Ginger crossed her arms. “What’s missing? It sounds fine.”
“I don’t want fine,” Ozy countered.
He went back over the lines, singing them quietly to himself.
I pressed my lips together.
Mind your business, Noree. This is not your session. Don’t do it…
But the line came to me so fast that I couldn’t stop it.
“What if you say, ‘Will he hold me when I’m whole, not just love me when I break?’”
Ozy turned around, and even the engineer stopped moving.
Ginger looked over at me again.
I swallowed. “Or not. I was just trying to?—”
“Sing it,” Ozy said.
“What?”
“Sing what you just said.”
I stared at him for a second before softly singing it to the melody.
“Will he hold me when I’m whole,
Not just love me when I break?”
The room went quiet again and Ozy’s entire face changed.
“Yeah,” he said. “That’s it.”
He pointed toward me. “Come here.”
My eyes widened. “Come where?”
“To the booth.”
Ginger looked at him. “What are you doing?”
“I’m bringing her in the booth.”
“For what?” She frowned.
One of the camera operators moved closer, and Ginger looked directly at him.
“No. Stop the cameras,” she said angrily. Nobody moved, not even me. “I said stop the cameras.” She waved her hand toward them. “This is getting weird now. She’s supposed to be here for the experience, not trying to get put on a song.”
