Sorry for the late update!
It took me a bit of time to delve in to my music collection to pick out the perfect song for this chapter! Hope you enjoy
Disclaimer: I don't own Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir, I also don't own the music mentioned in this fic, all right belong to their respective owner and producers!
ON TO THE FIC
On the other side of the glass Nino was whooping. Making sure he ended the recording for both the audio and camera equipment he bolted in to the room and practically spun Marinette around till her vision was spinning.
"Mari that was absolutely brilliant!" Nino exclaimed, the grin never leaving his face. Marinette flushed at the praise, "Well DJ! Now it's your turn in the booth. Do I have a surprise for you! I remember that sweet beat you made with the metronome?"
Nino stopped whooping and praising her for her performace, "You didn't?"
A playful smirk appeared on Marinette's face, "Oh but I did!"
Nino looked like a kid in a candy store, "NO WAY, Let me see the lyrics!"
A peal of giggles left Marinette as she moved some of the lyric sheets around, "Here it's this one." she placed the lone lyric sheet on top of the podium.
Nino bounced over excitedly, his eyes quickly scanned over the lyrics on the page, the expression on his face was like a cat who caught a canary. "Marinette this album is gonna be AMAZING!" he high-fived her, grinning all the while. "Let's give it a test run!"
It took him about an hour and a half to get the rhythm of the lyrics and make them flow with the beat. He made a mad dash for the booth.
Laughing at his eagerness Marinette made her way to the recording equipment on the other side of the glass. Making sure she closed the door to the recording room itself, she plopped herself in to the chair Nino was previously occupying. Pressing a button she spoke in to the mic, "Ready DJ?" she recieved a wide grin as the god ahead.
She hit the record button and the music seemed to be like a wave that changed Nino.
And the moment Nino began rapping to the beat, it seemed like he was oozing confidence.
I hate self-help books more than anything in the world
bullshit telling us to do this or that
they have no backbone and believe other's words
so that bullshit is a best seller
what do those guys know about you
your dreams your hobbies, can they understand?
Smirking at the last line, Nino was brought back to when he first made his debut in the entertainment world. Everyone wanted to trip him up since he was new. Head bobbing a bit he took a breath to continue on to the next verse.
if you look less at wits, there are a lot of things that change
you were born as a hero, why are you trying to become a slave?
"because it hurts, it's youth"
that kind of definition is the biggest problem
in life a genre is a trap, just like music
because you become an idiot as soon as you're tied down there
fuck that. you the only one ever
even if you're not perfect you're limited edition, leggo
anyway someone wants you
so just do you
Marinette gave him a look through the window at his cocky smirk when he belted out "Fuck that." Nino would have laughed if he wasn't recording. This song was BADASS, it showed the raw emotion he felt from the past, it showed the passion that Marinette put in to the lyrics. It showed the companionship that he and Marinette had when they were both breaking.
do you do you do you do you
(do the fuck you want)
do you do you do you do you
(do the fuck you want)
do you do you do you do you
(do the fuck you want)
do you do you do you do you
what the fuck you want?
The chorus got him pumped up, his body swaying to the beat, just wanting to break dance.
I'm not pop, I'm not rock, I'm not funk, I'm not R&B or hiphop
all the kids who don't know what they are yet dig,
"skirt and skinny jeans? that's not hip hop!"
so is A$AP not hip hop?
are you more hip hop than A$AP and Kanye?
those old classical geezers can get behind me
like I said, fashion will soon be passion
Marinette smirked at him from the other side, taking a step away from the mic for a breath Nino chuckled under his breath. That last line was definitely something she WOULD throw in there.
if you go to Paris instead of letting down your pants for no reason
just wear what you want how you want to, that's swag, that's it
(whoa!) if you follow the trends that's good
(whoa!) if you're totally different that's good
just you yourself is hood, originally everything from the beginning
there was nothing right or wrong, just that various things are different
haters gon' hate and players gon' play
mufuckas keep mufuckin all day
follow my shit, my friend and I'll pay
I'll spit instead of you
tweh**
Here he made a spitting noise, as it seemed appropriate. Marinette rolled her eyes at him but nodded her silent agreement that it fit.
do you do you do you do you
(do the fuck you want)
do you do you do you do you
(do the fuck you want)
do you do you do you do you
(do the fuck you want)
do you do you do you do you
what the fuck you want?
since you did what you wanted to do, even if you're thirty
there are a lot of adults who can't hold in their shit
these people who clamor for respect with their own mouths
even they don't know the misjudgments of those words
freedom and self-indulgence, they're obviously different
the method for knowing the time and place
copy it down exactly and pretending they're not, suckers packing it up
that what I do is better than their music
who raps better than anyone
who does this better than anyone
fuck that, I am just doin my thang
so you just do your thing, bitch
The song's over all sound, the lyrics meaning. It all hyped him up, giving him such a rush of adrenaline. He already memorized the lyrics so he stopped looking at them. His eyes closed as he slipped the headphones fully on.
Unaware that Marinette was recording him with the camera, he started making hand movements and small little dance moves with his torso.
I'm doin me just doin me
who were you so far
that's right, we were friends
nothin's everything, everything's nothin
nothin's everything, everything's nothin
nothin's everything, everything's nothin
nothin's everything, everything's nothin
do you do you do you do you
(do the fuck you want)
do you do you do you do you
(do the fuck you want)
do you do you do you do you
(do the fuck you want)
do you do you do you do you
what the fuck you want?
Throwing his hands up at the end seemed a bit redundant, if he thought more about it, but he was lost in the music. No one could or would have been able to snap him out of the trance he was in.
Opening his eyes though he saw Marinette beaming proudly at him. He gave a sheepish grin in return as she gestured for him to come out.
"That was great Nino!" She gushed, turning back towards the equipment she pressed the playback button to let him hear.
He wasn't one to toot his own horn, but his pride and ego were boosted high listening to himself. "I was right, this song is badass!"
Shaking her head at her friend Marinette waved her hand over the last lyric sheets. "We have two songs down, and about 13 more if you want to include extras. Which songs should we do next?"
Grabbing at the sheets, Nino took the other seat next to the Bluenette.
Ginning again at her, he said "We got this Mari. No worries!"
Sorry for the short chapter! Life has been a bit hectic. I hope you enjoyed the update
The song used in this chapter is Do You by Rap Monster! This is a KPOP/Rap song, but I absolutely love the english lyrics. I may have changed one thing about the lyrics and it was swapping out Hongdae for Paris since they're in France.
If you have any song suggestions for future chapters let me know!
until next time!