“jru? in the studio for that long? is jesus coming back? should i be worried? like where there unlimited girls in there or something? i gotta know! i’m gonna go out on a limb and say that you’ve wrote enough songs to keep me busy for the next few weeks?”
“It was either that or have you on my ass for wasting a perfectly good weekend in my bed tryna Netflix and Chill with a lil’ shorty. Come to find out, the music just be flowing when you ain’t in my ear nagging. Who would’ve known? And, you’re damn right. A month, at least. Got some pretty deep shit right here; you better appreciate it.”
“Oh nah, that’s definitely the only good thing about me being locked up in this damn studio for the past weekend. I’m just mad that a nigga really messed around and missed a free vacation. Hell finna freeze over before that happens again. Hopefully you enjoyed that shit for the both of us.
“I got a game for y’all. Name a dumbass y’all know that fucks up their schedule and thought that niggas was going on vacation next weekend, only to find out that y’all was living y’all best lives while he was locked in the studio for 48 hours straight. Y’all ain’t even gotta guess; I’ma tell y’all right now. That dumb ass was me.”
dvsn is the brain child of rising songwriter and vocalist Jru Taylor ( @enterthejru ) and veteran producer Natalia Mercado. The duo formed an alternative r&b act in association with OVO Sound. HALLUCINATIONS is the first single on their upcoming full length project. Now streaming exclusively on APPLE MUSIC.
jru was ready to open his mouth and fire back a response at natalia’s statement until the beat that he had come all this way to hear had finally started. it wasn’t a proper studio session for the two if they weren’t clowning on each other and arguing half the time, but when it was time to get down to the music— it was something they both took seriously. jru straightens up his chair, leaning over the soundboard some as if he was gonna possibly gonna hear the beat clearer by doing so. there’s already a slight bop to his head at the softness that the arrangement begins with. it doesn’t have a clear melody to it and he’s waiting patiently for it the slight change in melody that he knew natalia was known for. and when it finally does, it doesn’t take long to get a reaction out of him as he twists his facial features as if he had smelled something rotten in the room. he isn’t even halfway through hearing the composition before hsi eyes are shut and his mind is already racing with different scenarios of how the song could go. as the beat constantly changes just when he’s getting used to, his eyes open back up and he’s looking back at natalia with a look in his eyes that she should recognize all too well. “yo, nat....” he’s obviously at a loss of words for a moment as he tries to formulate a response in his head. “this shit right here don’t even seem fuckin’...real. i’mma need you to tell me how yo’ ass got all these different sounds to fit perfectly in this thing and still make it some shit that even the hardest niggas can’t help but bop they head to.” he doesn’t even give her a chance to respond before he’s up out his seat, pacing back and forth across the dimly lit room. the aura of the room definitely added a vibe that played into his creativeness when it came to the song. “man, tell me you can’t imagine listening to this shit by yourself in the dark and swear you start seeing shit. hallucinations, delusions, whatever. listening to this really might take you somewhere else; it’s insane.”
jru immediately shoots the female a disbelieving look in response to her words, exaggeratedly pursing his lips to the side of his face, reminding her that they both knew better. “keep the same energy when these vocals get laid, aight? when i’m on my barack shit and i drop the mic and walk right out this bitch without another word.” a short nod is the only reaction he gives to her before he leans over and tries to take a look at whatever she was working on in her macbook. not paying too much mind to what she was doing on the other side of the room until she’s seating back in front of him with a small guitar case that causes his eyebrows to knit in confusion. “nigga, everybody knows you was playing three instruments by the time you was eleven. we don’t need no damn childhood souvenirs in the studio.” he chucked lowly as his own idiotic statement with a shake of his head. “nah, but for real. i’m all for switching our sound up and shit, but if you having me yodeling like that kid from walmart, you really gonna force me to put yo’ ass in a headlock.” despite the look of confusion and mild distaste for the unknown instrument on his face that he tried to keep at bay, he shrugs his shoulders simply, attempting to follow whatever direction she was about to take musically. “you saying that as if a nigga got a choice. my voice ain’t gonna mean shit if the beat don’t hit along with it.” he admits truthfully.
pulling into the parking lot of ovo studios, jru can’t help but snicker at the text from natalia that he reads over quickly before stuffing his phone back into his pocket. he parks his car in one of the reserved spaces closest to the entrance, not really caring for who the spot was designated for before making his way into the building to the room that was reserved for the pair. his face already turning up into one of his signature charismatic grins once he sees natalia sitting at the soundboard. “did i make it or you gonna really gonna try to square up with me like i can’t knock your lil’ ass out.” there’s a short chuckle that leaves his lips before he shrugs off his jacket and takes a seat next to the female. “my bad, though. apparently, somebody got they titties plastered on the highway and the entire city of LA gotta slow down for it or some shit.” he shrugs his shoulders, leaning back in the chair. “anyway, show me what you been working on. you got that look in your eyes, so i can already tell how this is ‘bout to go.”
“oh so you just frolicking down Sunset? and here i am, wondering if the jru vocals came in yet. and guess what? they haven’t. maxwell would never treat me like this. where is the professionalism, jru hill?”
“Aight, but the real question here is... is you ready for the Jru vocals, though? Maxwell for sure got me in my zone for this song, so when I’m Joel’ing on this track, I don’t wanna hear it. The professionalism finna go out the window when I gotta pay these motherfuckin’ hospital bills since you like to pass out during sessions. Step your insurance game up.”
“Clowning TLC? Nowhere in that statement did I clown Rozonda, Tionne, or Lisa, ma. They made the anthem for the females with ain’t shit boyfriends and baby daddies, how I’ma argue that? Aye, watch it ‘cause my aunt was definitely one of them mamas screaming like a nigga did her dirty.” Jru confesses with a chuckle, followed by a shake of his head. “As a fellow R&B typa brother, my boy Max for sure snapped and I’m playing that shit at my funeral. Fuck the noise.”
excuse me, sir. but, what’s so wrong about no scrubs, gucci belts, and being in the passenger seat?! i know you’re not over there status shaming people, now. i’ll have you know, even the late MLK JR. rode in the passenger seat once!
“Woah there, miss. I can see my entire point just flew right over your head, but it’s alright ‘cause I’m finna bring you down a notch. No Scrubs is a goddamn classic; ain’t no debate about that. And from a nigga that might have a gucci belt stuffed in the back of his closet, I can’t hate on that either. But, shorty definitely needs to worry about her nigga being the poster child for a scrub and not my music taste. You feel me?”
“Somebody’s daughter just clowned me for saying that I gotta play Maxwell’s ‘Pretty Wings’ at least once a day while I’m driving down Sunset. Meanwhile, her MCM was definitely singing along to ‘No Scrubs’ with a gucci belt while in the passenger seat of her car. Y’all gotta stop with the foolishness.”
We still dragging niggas for plotting or what? Damn, well lemme hop on the bandwagon real quick with a couple of wanted connections. Nothing too heavy, but if you’re interested in fulfilling one, don’t be afraid to slide thru. Tonight I got the time, so come fuck with me now.
OTW ┆Jru and MUSE B have always had an understanding of how their relationship works. With a mutual attraction towards one another, it was almost impossible for their relationship to start out innocent. While they both definitely have their own respective careers and lives going on, they both know that when one calls, the other is sure to be on their way without question. That being said, MUSE B isn’t like a lot of females that Jru has meant and he doesn’t mind hanging out with her and considers her a dope ass person to be around, even when they aren’t fooling around.
I DON’T DIE ┆MUSE B is someone from Jru’s past that always find a way to resurface no matter what. Contrary to belief, Jru actually doesn’t have an hard feelings towards the person. But, he knows that have a lot of information on his family and past choices that can potentially end his career before it even gets a chance to start. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer is a mantra that he often has to keep in mind when dealing with this person.
REAL FRIENDS ┆There would be no question that if you saw Jru and MUSE B together that they didn’t have the tight connection that they do. This person is somehow would Jru would probably take a bullet for, if it all come down to it. And, that’s saying a lot coming from him. With a few years of friendship behind them, the two don’t see themselves slowing down any time soon.
