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As you arrive in the recording studio, lyrics in hand, you spot Keith waiting for you.
“Hey, baby,” you smile widely, your cheeks hitting your sunglasses.
He smiles as he walks close to you, “You ready?”
“You know I love singing my lyrics,” you reply.
“Yeah, and I know you have trouble being ready to sing them in front of people,” Keith hits back, and you don’t have an argument.
“I don’t know why I write so… profoundly, sometimes. It’s horrible!” you open up quickly as he hits the elevator button.
“Which song is it?” he asks, walking into the opening elevator.
“Baracunatana and Yo No Soy Esa Mujer,” you hand him the papers to read over.
He hums when he finishes reading them, “I see why. Letters to…”
He trails off, waiting for confirmation.
“Letters to Lotor,” you nod as the elevator dings to a stop and opens. You walk to the studio where you’d be singing with Allura and Pidge as back up, and Lance in La Tortura.
Everyone’s already there, save for Lance.
“Hey, guys,” you smile, trying not to let your nerves show. Pidge and Coran answer back with tired “hey”s, Allura answers back with an enthusiastic “hey,” and Hunk answers back with a loud snore. “Why’s Hunk here? He doesn’t need to be here.”
“’Specially this early,” Keith adds.
“He’s our ride,” Pidge answers, closing her eyes softly and leaning back into the plush couch.
You hum in recognition, “Coran, did you get my email from a couple days ago?”
“Yep,” he replies, adjusting something on the sound.
“Did you read them over?”
“Yep, loved the raw emotion you put into it, wanted to keep it the way it was,” he answers absentmindedly, still adjusting the sound.
“Cool.”
“Alright, I’m gonna go get coffee from downstairs, you guys want something? It’s on me,” Keith offers.
Everyone chimes in with their answers, save for Hunk.
“I’ll have a chai latte!” Allura smiles, acting as if she’d had two cups of pure caffeine.
“I’ll have an espresso, extra sugar. Like whatever you’re thinkin’ now? More,” Pidge murmurs just loud enough to decipher what she’s saying. “Hunk probably wants a vanilla-bean latte, iced.”
“Get me a donut, please! Extra sprinkles!” Coran exclaims.
Keith nods, kissing you, “Iced caramel latte, two extra shots?”
“You know me too well. Can you get me a-“
“Lemon poppyseed muffin and a coffee cake?”
“Yeah,” you laugh, kissing him again.
“Let’s get in,” you close the door. “Let’s start with Bolero Falaz. Allura, Pidge did you guys get-“
“Yes! We know our cues!” Allura interrupts you, pushing you inside the sound-proof room, pulling Pidge along with her.
You all put the headphones on, listening to the music, and you begin to move along, prompting Allura’s bright aura to move as well.
“Y dice...
Buscas en mis bolsillos pruebas de otro cariño
Pelos en la solapa, esta sonrisa me delata
Labial en la camisa, mi coartada está hecha trizas
Estoy en evidencia, engañar tiene su ciencia
Estoy hasta la coronilla
Tú no eres mi media costilla
Ni la octava maravilla
Malo si sí, malo si no, ni preguntes
Ya no soy yo, fuera de mí es que me tienes,” you sing alone before Pidge joins in with her soprano voice to match your tenor voice.
“Que si vengo, que no voy
Que si estoy, que me pierdo
Que si tengo, que no doy
Que si estoy, que me vengo,” she stops after that, letting you do your thing.
“Malo si sí, malo si no, ni preguntes
Ya no soy yo, fuera de mí es que me tienes,” Allura joins in next with her alto to match you tenor.
“Que si vengo, que no voy
Que si estoy, que me pierdo
Que si tengo, que no doy
Que si estoy, que me vengo,” she stops.
“Lo siento en tus manos
Tus caricias me han robado
Lo huelo en tu boca, esos besos ya son de otra
¿Quién será esa infame
Que no deja que yo te ame?
Si yo la encontrara, le partiría esa cara
Estoy hasta la coronilla
Tú no eres mi media costilla
Ni la octava maravilla
Malo si sí, malo si no, ni preguntes
Ya no soy yo, fuera de mí es que me tienes,” Pidge and Allura both join, this time.
“Que si vengo, que no voy
Que si estoy, que me pierdo
Que si tengo, que no doy
Que si estoy, que me vengo
Te dije no más y te cagaste de risa
Te dije no más y te cagaste de risa
Te dije no más y te cagaste de risa,” you all let the music play before you breathlessly fake laugh.
“Ja, ja, ja, ja.”
As the music fades out, you high five Allura and Pidge, although Pidge is a lot less enthusiastic than Allura.
Coran sends his praise, and Hunk wakes up to the smell of Keith coming in with coffee.
You watch his mouth move as Keith hands him the vanilla-bean latte, “Aw, yes! Keith you’re the best!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Keith probably says, shifting his eyes away as a small smile stretches his face a bit.