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everybody had their plans for the day we got ready and set off. Mason pulled me toward his car before telling me where we were going.
       ‘I want to show you my studio. Its not too far away and then we can grab some lunch.’
    I didn ’t respond apart from entwining our hands, he saw this as a yes. We made the short trip in no time at all, we pulled into the car park and walked toward Mase’s private studio and his place when he needed solace. We walked inside and he turned on the lights. It looked just as I expected, a booth set up with earphones and mics, and then a giant board with all the buttons needed to finely tune the perfect track. Mase tried to explain certain buttons but I was useless so I asked him to sing to me instead. He seemed almost embarrassed but asked me to come sit with him, and said
       ’What’s your favourite song?’
    I had no idea, I mean I had never really thought about it. I loved all types of songs but my favourites were from movies, one came to mind, with the most amazing lyrics but I wasn ‘t sure what it was called. Mase actually knew the track but not all the words so asked me to choose something else. I wasn’t sure so I asked him to choose for me. He picked up his guitar and started to strum the cords creating the most beautiful music, he added the words and all I could do was watch in awe. Wow his voice was stunning, God knows why he wasn’t singing anymore but that had to change. Without realising tears had  formed in the corners of my eyes threatening to fall. I couldn’t help it, he sang with such emotion, it just drew you in.
       ‘Why are you crying pretty girl?’
       ‘Your amazing Mase, you have to start singing again. You have such an amazing voice.’ he wiped away my tears then said
       ‘When I started singing it was for me, when I started to get recognition for my music, that stopped and it began to be for the industry and everybody but me, which is why I withdrew, but being with you inspires me. You make me want to sing for me again, can you understand that?’
       ‘Yea I get it, but promise me you will always sing, your voice needs to be heard.’ After a couple more tracks, we left to get something to eat. Mason took me to one of his favourite Italian restaurants, called Mario‘s. We shared some pasta and talked about all manner of things, the past, the present and what dreams we both had for the future. I was amazed at how similar our wants for the future were. Mason paid the bill and we walked back to his car.
       ‘Do you want to come back to my place? It’s not far.’
    I wasn ’t sure what to say, but agreed. I mean he had already told me he wouldn’t pressure me although at this stage I was starting to feel like I wanted more. We parked in an underground car park, and walked toward the elevator where he tapped in his code. The doors closed and we stood in silence. I’m not sure what either one of us was thinking but the atmosphere was like a cloud surrounding me, before I could voice my concerns the doors opened directly into a lobby with double doors. Mase led me out and opened the doors.
       When we walked in I was overwhelmed by the size of his place. I mean, I wasn ’t a stranger to the extravagance money bought you but this was different. The main lounge was large but felt so homey, it was warm and filled with all things Mason. The kitchen was just off to the right and although open plan it integrated into the room allowing for privacy when required. Mason’s kitchen was fitted with every kind of gadget you could think of and probably a dream to cook in. He showed me the rest of his place, the bathroom, a cinema room as he called it, his office, a small music studio he had built in and then last of all, the bedrooms. There were three bedrooms, but I only saw the master suite. The room was totally him, but not overly male. It was warm and inviting, I walked around his room taking everything in, he had a huge bed in the middle