#oak felder

[starxcxboy]

— SKIN OF MY TEETH by Demi Lovato

[jordanfishersource-blog]

Record Producers, Zaire Koalo and Oak Felder went to go see Jordan in Hamilton.

[stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland]

Plot Twist: Lauren will work in Cinderella’s Soundtrack

Collab with Camila Cabello

When I was thinking in the post I wrote yesterday about Lauren talking with a reporter from Suelta La Sopa, I remembered Lauren’s IG story from last year in the studio working with Paul E Phamous and @aokestra.

Oak Felder is a Kobalt- signed writer that also worked with L.A.Reid

(Why I’m not surprised?)

Okay, that’s not the point. My point is that Kobalt is a group that worked with Lauren in one of her songs

And this group it’s from London. We all know that Lauren also went to London to work in her music. The problem with my point here, is that I thought that the song in the video above it was Return To Love but the songwriters aren’t the same from that video, Oak and Paul. (I hope the work in that song tho)

The reason of the Plot Twist. 

The music. The music in the IG story is very fairytale-ish. I couldn’t help to think in Cinderella even more now that we all know that Camla is in London, (Coincidence?) working on the Cinderella’s Soundtrack.

That makes me think that, they wouldn’t have a collab, like singing together but Lauren would be a part of the soundtrack. That’s a delusional wish but dream is free so... I will keep dreaming, I don’t care about anything else.

I also believe that the new version of Cinderella wouldn’t be the typical white characters movie but the opposite from that. Time will tell us what would it be.

[dxsturbia]

An all them other niggas where they post to be

[dxsturbia]

But since my friends are here

I just came to kick it

But really I would rather be at home all by myself

Not in this room with people who don’t even care about my well-being

I don’t dance, so don’t ask

I don’t need a boyfriend

So you can go back

Please enjoy your party. I’ll be here.

[dxsturbia]

And it’d be nice of me to take it easy on ya

BUT NAHHH

[not-onlyedmlyrics]

Do you ever wonder how good life could be? You don't have to wonder, just be next to me

[theswiftarmy]

#9 - Consent

“Run that by me again?” Oak Answered.  “Just so I have all the facts straight.”

Scott summed up the situation again for everyone sitting around the perimeter of the room.

“I actually have to admit, I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life. It’s as though a comic book is coming alive.”  Oak said in a jovial tone of voice.

“So, you’re not concerned at all, that Taylor Swift may eventually take over the world.  Let me say that again for full effect.  Take over the world!”

“Not really, no.”  Felder announced.  “Well, let’s suppose that she really is trying to take over the world, Pinky and the Brain style.  There’s one of two possible outcomes.  Outcome one is that she tries, and fails, life continues on.  Outcome two is that she succeeds.  But, if I am to understand the state of our situation, it’s that she turns you into a loyal and dedicated fan, a full fledged Swiftie, and you have no free will of your own, only to love her and live in synchronization with her heart and mind—in which case, my feelings of opposition would dissipate entirely and I would have no qualms with living out the rest of my days in peace and harmony whistling Taylor Swift songs while I work.”

“You’re a odd guy, Oak.”  Scott stated.

“I’ve been told such things.  See, there’s only discord when you have disagreements, all things considered, given the current state of society, we may be better off living in a world as one connected organism.”

“So, you’re okay if Taylor takes over the world?”  Scott asked.

“No.  I’d prefer that not to happen.  But, I can entertain the thought of a society where wars are not possible because there is no one left to fight.  But such outcomes tend to be dull.  The end of a Monopoly game for example.  We’re a species that needs contrast, and competition.  We love to break things down, then build them back up again.”

“Wow.  Mind blown. I could listen to this guy talk all day.”  Justin spoke from a comfy oversized beanbag chair that nearly swallowed him whole. “His wisdom is light-years ahead of the times.”

“What about me?”  Scott asked defensively.

“As I said back at the office, get with the times pops.”

“Wait, are you talking to me?”  Pop Wansel questioned.

“No, you’re Pop, he’s Pops.”

“My name is Scott.  Not Pops.” Scott replied, annoyed.

“Alright Pops.  I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You see, humans enjoy disagreement.”  Oak said, a slight smile on his face, satisfied that he could prove his point so soon.  “So, can I ask a question?”

“Sure.”  Scott said squarely.

He motioned to the towering stacks of equipment at the desk behind him, “Could we analyze the track?”

Scott sat for a moment.  He looked at The Carlyle Lawyer.  The lawyer consented back.  “Sure, as long as it’s okay with Scooter.”

“Hmmm… Do you think Taylor would approve?”  Oak quickly added.

Scooter shook his head.  “How can you ask that in this moment?”

“Ah, but everyone has rights—Friend or foe, adversary, enemy or ally, these are all simply labels in the context of the moment.  As we sit right here calmly conversing, we could find in the future that any of us may transition to her same position. Crossing paths in life always means one-day we part ways.  To meet, to know, to love, to part.  There’s no guarantee it’s on amicable terms.  I would feel more comfortable letting her know that we’re accessing something that is so personal.  So, near and dear to her heart—I would hate to be in her shoes and not offered the same dignity.  Wouldn’t you agree?”

“She’ll know we’re here.”  Scott warned. “And, as I told you, the old Taylor can’t come to the phone anymore.”

“Perhaps.  But perhaps she’s still there, somewhere, inside.” Oak offered.

“Like in Season 3 of Stranger Things.  How Billy Hargrove is still in there somewhere, despite the Mind Flayer…” Pop pointed out.

“Indeed.  Or ‘The Host’ by Stephanie Myer—When she’s able to speak with the alien who has control of her brain.”  Oak added.

“Oh yeah, The Host was good!  I mean, sure, Twilight was alright, but The Host was so much better—The book was better than the movie for sure.”

“Book is ALWAYS better than the movie.”  Pop agreed.

The Biebs nodded, he then sank a little further into the beanbag chair.

“You know that chair eats people.”  Oak joked.

“I’m okay with that.  This is the most comfortable thing I’ve ever sat on.  I’m completely okay with going this way, if this is my final demise.”

“I’d feel more at ease if we notified her… I’m a strong proponent of consent in every circumstance.”  Oak reaffirmed his stance.

Scott looked to Scooter, leaving the ball in his court. .  “Your masters… It’s your call.  You hold that responsibility.”  Slowly every other eye in the room fixed on him.

He was the last in the room to hold out.  “Okay.  Fine. Whatever.  Just do it.”  He begrudgingly agreed.

“Actually, I’ve got a phone for that.”  Justin pulled out phone nine—The cat phone, symbolizing the number of lives a cat has.  “I’ll Insta at her anonymously.”

“He took a photo of the now open case.  The master cartridge for each of her recorded albums clicked snuggly into its holding slot.  A security light blinked.  Even with the case open, further measures would be needed to separate the masters to individuals, each cartridge was security locked as a whole, and then individually encrypted in case either the case, or one of the cartridges fell into the wrong hands.”

He tagged her in the post @taylorswift.