Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Fayettville. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of clean laundry clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Logic and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "ATM." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Cole in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "ATM" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Cole stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.
"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."
Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Cole's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Cole put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his freeform dreads and began to take a drink of a white, milky substance. Closing his eyes, Cole began to flow freely.
"Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it count it up, count it up, count it up" Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Cole continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.
"Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it count it up, count it up, count it up." The Engineer looked over to Logic with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Logic then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Cole.
"Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it count it up, count it up, count it up." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.
"Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it count it up, count it up, count it up." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Cole hung up the headphones, took another sip of almond milk, and crept out of the recording booth.
As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Cole retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.
"Play it back."

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這又是費耶特維爾又一個不眠之夜。工作室裡擠滿了人，但同時又很親密。溫暖的琥珀色燈光照射在異國情調的皮革家具上，營造出一片燈光昏暗的聲音綠洲。空氣中瀰漫著乾淨衣服的甜香，而香草香氛蠟燭則巧妙地放置在房間周圍。心情逐漸變得輕鬆。當工程師和製作人有條不紊地操作混音板時，Logic 和他的其他隨從點頭同意了一首後來被稱為“ATM”的曲目的粗略版本。當製作人將曲目倒回時，錄音室裡的許多人都跟著跳舞，但科爾站在一個黑暗的角落裡，以外科手術般的精確度剖析著“ATM”的每一個部分。曲目停止播放，科爾從陰影中走出來。他話不多，但當他開口的時候，人們都在聽。
“我要回到錄音室，播放那個片尾曲。”
工程師感到困惑，開始演奏尾奏樂器，沒有質疑科爾的要求。房間裡安靜下來，人們開始觀察。當尾聲開始播放時，科爾戴上一副監聽耳機，揉揉他自由的辮子，開始喝一種白色的乳狀物質。閉上眼睛，科爾開始自由地流動。
「計算它，計算它，計算它，計算它，計數，計數，計算它，計算它，計算它，計算它」工作室中的生產者和隨行人員成員開始環顧四周房間裡看看其他人是否目睹了正在發生的事情。科爾繼續對著麥克風低聲吟唱，錄音室裡的氣氛變得更加陰鬱。
“數數，數數，數數，數數，數數，數數，數數，數數，數數。”工程師關切地看著邏輯。工程師低聲問道：“我們要阻止他嗎？”邏輯接著伸出一根手指，讓工程師安靜下來，同時搖搖頭，眼睛沒有離開柯爾。
“數數，數數，數數，數數，數數，數數，數數，數數，數數。”畫室裡的蠟燭開始忽明忽暗，一根一根地熄滅，彷彿有一股幽靈席捲了整個房間。
“數數，數數，數數，數數，數數，數數，數數，數數，數數。”此時，所有人都停下了手上的事情，所有的注意力都集中在錄音室裡那漆黑的人影上。完成最後的思考後，科爾掛上耳機，又喝了一口杏仁奶，然後躡手躡腳地走出了錄音室。
當他回到攝影棚時，所有人的目光都注視著他的一舉一動。科爾退到了他的陰暗角落，靠在牆上，手指交扣，抵在嘴唇上，似乎陷入了沉思。房間裡的寂靜營造出一種令人不安的緊張氣氛。當工作室成員等待他講話時，不安感越來越大。最後，他打破了沉默。
“回放一下。”

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