“Yo bro I won’t be able to check out the building with you, Meme wants me to stay at the hospital with her but send me some flicks and videos”
Earl, my business partner, text me letting me know in advance that he wouldn’t be able to tour the building were supposed to build a recording studio in. I needed him to be there especially going into this venture together, but if anybody understood that family comes first it was me. Anxious to see what I was possibly stepping into I arrived at the site twenty minutes earlier than the expected time. I sat in my car and glanced through the paper work in my briefcase while I waited for the realtor. For some reason my nerves were on edge while I organized my paperwork and made sure I had everything I needed.
Just as I was closing the briefcase I peeped a red BMW pull up to the curb across the street from where I parked. The door swung open and I couldn’t help but be impressed by the long legged, chocolate complected, long black hair, tight dress wearing real estate agent.
“Oh damn”, I said quietly to myself, as she continued to catch my eye like a baseball falling into a outfielder’s glove. As much as I wanted to switch into player mode I kept my cool, switched my focus back down onto my briefcase and remained professional, while still glancing up a few times watching her cross the street. I finished gathering all of my paperwork and stepped out of my car with my briefcase and a bottle of water and made my way across the street to the doors of the gray metal like building.
The agent was in the small dusty lobby standing in front of the elevator doors talking on the phone. Noticing she was on the phone I softly knocked on the opened door three times.
“hold on,” I heard her say in a soft tone putting whoever she was talking to on hold
“Come in!” She yelled towards the doorway, “ima call you right back girl I got a client coming in,” I heard her speak into the phone as
I walked into the building and towards her. She extended her hand towards me to shake my hand as I got closer,
“Earl?” She said shaking my hand.
“No I’m Lamar I’m his business partner. He couldn’t make it so it’s just me today. how you doing?” I said.
“We’ll Hello Lamar I’m Janet and I’m fine thank you, and yourself?” She said smiling.
“I’m good just trying to find a building, so we can get the ball back rolling on finishing this cd.”
” what are you interested in using the space for if you don’t mind me asking?” She questioned.
“A recording studio. This is actually the third time we have to relocate because of neighbors complaints about noise.”
“Well this is your place,” she said with a big smile, “you can make all the noise you want in here! So shall we begin the tour?”
“Lead the way,” I extended my hand out directing her to walk in front of me. As she headed towards the elevator I couldn’t help but watch her work that tight dress that hugged every curve in her body. I wanted her more with every step she took. I took a sip of my water to control my thirst and continued to follow her to the elevator.
As she press the up button on the elevator she brought up Earl,
“I hope things are okay with him, he seems like a nice guy”

“Yeah, he’s definitely good peoples. We been producing music and mixing songs together since were in high school. That’s my homie” I said as the elevator door opened. We stepped into the elevator and as the door began to close she pressed 3 on the old worn down number pad.
“Well id like to hear y’all work one-day if you don’t mind.”
“No no I don’t mind actually id like that,” I said low key throwin game.
The dim light over or heads blinked a couple times as the elevator went up . We both looked up at the flickering lights and she said
“I’ll have the maintenance man put a new light bulb up tomorrow”
“Uh oh problems already?” I said jokingly just to see her flash another one of those beautiful smiles, “But on a serious note how are the people on the first two floors? I don’t wanna invest time and money and then have to relocate again.”
Just then the elevator stopped and opened up. Stepping out of the elevator she said
“There’s a photographer who owns the facility on first floor, he’s hardly here; you might see him once maybe twice a year. The woman who owns the second floor died in a car accident two years ago, She was a famous painter. Her son comes here every year on her birthday but that’s it. Her family’s not ready to let go so they keep the space, I promise you though you wont have any problems with this space, except maybe a flickering light bulb or two.” She laughed.
Walking through the short hallway I followed her to the small kitchen; there was a new black and silver stove next to a big silver refrigerator and plenty of cupboard space. Very impressed by the kitchen alone I continued to observe the space flicking pictures while i moved along. I can’t lie the lobby and the elevator definitely had me second guessing about this place. Janet gave me information about what’s being done in the space while I observed.
“We just remodeled the whole kitchen, I had them knock the walls down to add more space and bought all new appliances.”
I took a few more pictures while she continued to tell me about the large loft like area, the bathroom and the small bedroom.
“Im feeling this”
The room across the hall was perfect; there wasn’t too much space or too little, just enough to build a booth and sitting space for the guest.