In the end, the song comes together without a hitch.
The others are still snacking in the break room, and Cage for one doesn’t want to rush back. When they return to the studio, if anyone notices the cloying scent of air freshener Key sprayed to mask the stench of s*x, they don’t say anything, though Joey sees the way Miles smirks at him and suspects Key’s brother knows what they were up to during their one on one time alone in the studio.
Back in the isolation booth, Joey manages to sing his part of the song flawlessly, tripping through the lyrics as if he wrote them himself. When he hits the high notes at the end of the hook, Key grins and claps him on the shoulder. The Deej nods with approval as Joey’s falsetto fades away into the music. “Yeah, man,” Key encourages before picking up t
