Chapter 470: Studio Sesh III
“Are they the ones?” Jason asked Shaq, his eyes falling on the three won and one man seated on the chairs, all focusing on a guy who was in the booth and rapping in Italian.
“Uh yeah, they also had an appointnt with the studio which was scheduled for later, but there was so ergency with their schedule or sothing, so they’re recording earlier,” Shaq explained to Jason, his hands moving to the back of his head nervously.
“So they’re infringing on our schedule because of their own issues?” Jason asked in annoyance, but his voice was low enough that they couldn’t hear his words from where he stood.
He was also talking in English so there was an even lower risk of them hearing and understanding his words, but at this point, Jason didn’t care.
He also had a schedule to follow and would have spent most of his day training if not for this recording session.
“I don’t really know, I don’t speak Italian and all, but that’s what they told ,” Shaq replied hesitantly.
“And you just let it slide? Who told you that anyway?” Jason asked, his brow creasing in annoyance.
“One of those won,” Shaq gestured to the won sitting and Jason’s eyes turned back to them again.
“I get that it’s my fault and sh*t, but I don’t speak Italian and they can’t speak English too well, so there’s a communication problem, innit,”
“Also, it’s kinda like their country and we’re just stopping by for a bit. Plus it seems like they’re quite the big shots in the showbiz business over here,” Shaq explained to Jason, trying to make him understand why the situation ended like this.
“Ah fu*k,” Jason muttered and his right hand flew into his hair, unintentionally knocking away the hoodie as he ran his hands through his hair in aggravation.
“Did you at least ask how long it would take,” Jason asked, his annoyance draining away.
There was nothing he could do other than going over to go argue their rights, and he wasn’t feeling like getting into a vocal confrontation this morning, he was still drained from the previous match.
“… They said it shouldn’t take too long,” Shaq replied after a pause.
“And how long is that supposed to be? I need specifics man,” Jason intoned sternly, but looking at Shaq’s face, he figured the guy didn’t have the answers he wanted.
Rolling his eyes at Shaq, Jason stepped forward, walking towards the guests who were using his ti.
He was going to get the answers himself and if the answers were beyond what he could accept, then he was done here.
Spending his day waiting around in a studio session while watching others work was not how he planned his day going.
Their being apparently famous in Italy didn’t matter to him.
He didn’t know them anyway.
Pulling off his face mask before he spoke, Jason opened his mouth as he stopped in front of them.
“Gentleman,” he began, talking to the man among them,
“… And ladies,” he continued, taking off his glasses as he turned to the three won and his blue eyes bore down sharply on them, colder than usual because of his annoyance at having his schedule tampered with.
“I just arrived for a scheduled studio session, but I’m hearing that you need so of our ti due to your ergencies,”
“Could you give an estimate of how long I’d have to wait?” Jason went straight to the point, not interested in engaging in any wordplay with these guys who were rudely eating into his ti.
“You’re with him?” One of the won responded, her eyes turning to Shaq who was just behind Jason.
She spoke in Italian and sounded surprised that Jason could speak Italian.
“Technically, yes, we ca here because we have so work to do together, but you’re interrupting that,” Jason replied, his tone cordial, but his words anything but.
“Aren’t you that Jason Bolukale guy?” A voice ca from the side and Jason turned to see the guy in the studio had stepped out and was walking towards him.
Everyone else in the studio now had their eyes on Jason, but he simply ignored it and stared back at the guy who had recognized him.
“I do go by that na, but I fail to see how that has anything to do with my question,” Jason thought he was cool, but it seed he was more annoyed than he thought and his words were getting sharper by the minute.
“I’m Federico, you can call Fedez,” the guy ignored Jason’s tone and put out his hand for a handshake and Jason could see that they were covered in tattoos.
Glancing at the tattoos on his neck as well as what he could see through the open collar shirt he was wearing, Jason had no doubt that the guy was probably almost completely covered in tattoos underneath his clothing, but that was no concern of his.
“I’m Jason… you can call Jason,” Jason replied and grabbed the guy’s hand.
“Haha, ok, Jason, I have to apologize, this one is on ,” Fedez laughed a bit, but Jason was looking at him with the words, ‘who’s laughing with this guy,’ in his eyes.
Jason’s look quickly made Fedez get to the point and after coughing a bit, he began to explain the situation.
“So, I’m supposed to do a song with those guys, we actually already did one before for a movie, but while we were writing that one, we had so inspiration and wanted to do another song,”
“So well, we had an arrangent to do it together, but a lot of things have co up in our various schedules and we don’t have much ti left to match our schedules,”
“I for one have to be at a car show in a few hours, and they others also have schedules that make it harder for us to et anyti soon,”
“I wanted use to quickly get this out of the way so that we can all focus on our own business, I apologize for inappropriately taking up your ti,” Fedez apologized.
“… You said you have to be at a car show in a few hours…”
” What kind of cars will be at the show?”
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