Page 197 of Sweet Nightmare
“It’s a reggaeton track.”
“You’re serious.”
“Very.”
He leans closer to the camera.
“You’re actually putting reggaeton on a Korean rap album?”
“Why not?”
He studies me for another second.
Then a slow grin spreads across his face.
“Oh.”
I immediately know where this is going.
“No.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were about to.”
“I was just going to ask one very reasonable question.”
“No.”
“Is this because a certain Ice Princess is half Puerto Rican?”
I stare at him.
He starts laughing.
“Fuck you.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
“You’ve spent years making Korean hip-hop.”
“I still am.”
“And suddenly you’re experimenting with reggaeton?”
“Yes.”
“Right after a gorgeous half-Puerto-Rican figure skater showed up at your mansion?”
I rub a hand over my jaw.
“It’s a sound I've wanted to experiment with for a while.”
“Sure.”
“She’s your muse. Admit it, fucker.”
