my life as an artist has become about collecting play techniques. i lured her into the smoke room with the promise of unreleased music. intuitively, she relaxed onto the waxy brown leather sofa—bluetooth on, both in our bodies and the speaker. eyes sparkled possibility lush, pressed play and wonder occupied air articulated in gasps. “Kamra!!!!!” she exclaimed again and again. i watched her wiggle, weep, and worship as the lead single of my next album made a home in her ear.
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