It was late in the afternoon when Elijah had finally finished lugging his possessions into his new home. This was his last chance and he needed a new environment for inspiration. “I’ve given you too many chances! Your shit doesn’t sell! Give me a hit song or you're fired!” his producer had lashed during their last discussion. “I’m expecting great things from you, E. Don’t let me down!” “Don’t worry, I’ll have a few songs for you in a bit.” “Sure thing E. Peace.” After several hours of recording, he was confident that he had some great material to show to his producer.