Page 194 of Sweet Nightmare
He’s right.
“Fuck.”
“I know.”
“Don’t sound so pleased with yourself.”
“I am pleased with myself.”
I delete the section.
Zymon nods.
“Better.”
I move to the second song.
He listens again.
This time, he stops me halfway through.
“Your hook needs to breathe.”
“I like it.”
“I know you like it. That’s the problem.”
I glare at him.
He doesn’t care.
“You’re trying to make the hook bigger by adding more layers. Don’t. Strip it back.”
I stare at the waveform.
Then replay it.
He’s right again.
“Son of a bitch.”
“Thank you.”
“That’s not a compliment.”
“It sounded like one.”
I shake my head and make the adjustment.
The song immediately opens up.
I sit back.
“Fuck.”
Zymon smiles.
“Exactly.”
