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Not anywhere. Certainly not in Honolulu, certainly not on<br />
a night like this one. Kanye pushes though the glass door<br />
onto the studio deck. He leans against the railing over Kuapa<br />
Pond, its shores lined with palm trees and expensive homes,<br />
and checks his phone. Nothing, still. Rose usually gets back<br />
to him right away. He wonders if she’s still awake. Across the<br />
pond lies the highway, dotted with headlights, and beyond<br />
that the Pacific, black and still in the night. The sky thick with<br />
stars. In the sunlight, Honolulu is blue-green and white and<br />
slopes toward the ocean, toward the clouds that hang just<br />
above the hills. At night it’s another city.<br />
He’d sent the others—Cudi, No I.D., Jeezy—back to his<br />
house hours ago. Get some sleep, he’s said. You’ll need it<br />
for tomorrow. He’ll work as late as his eyes will let him, as<br />
long as he can hold his neck erect, keep his forehead from<br />
dropping to the console. He’ll sleep a few hours on the couch<br />
in the lobby, wake before the others arrive in the morning.<br />
He’ll have coffee ready, protein bars, weed. Whatever they<br />
need to perform.<br />
He’s frustrated with his collaborators. They’re hesitant<br />
about the new album. It’s different, they said, the sort of<br />
thing you say when you don’t know how to react. And it is<br />
different, though Kanye would say it’s fresh. Forward thinking.<br />
It’s all ghostly synths, drums like a marching band playing<br />
at half speed from two blocks away. And his voice—filtered<br />
through a machine, warbling like a recorded message. Jeezy,<br />
in his fitted hat and dark sunglasses and diamond-bedecked<br />
snowman chain, said it sounds lonely. He said it sounds like<br />
talking on the phone with no one on the other line.<br />
Maybe Kanye drank too much Hennessy after that. In the<br />
studio, seated at the console, he’d unzipped his jeans, pulled<br />
his dick through the opening in his boxers, taken the picture.<br />
He’d sent it off to Rose with a message: Got this for you if you<br />
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