Calming myself down, I snatched the blunt from behind my ear then got pissed all over again when I realized my lighter was outside amongst my homies.
“Fuck! Run it the fuck back and y’all niggas go to the other room with all that bullshit.” I snapped.
The twins and Iceman had a damn strip tease going on in the small lounge area. I needed to crack down on having better rules during my studio sessions, especially if I planned on having Jatavia up here with me. They ignored the fuck out of me as my engineer rewound the track. I heard the twins laugh a little too loud and I was getting ready to lose my cool. I wanted to get a head start on my new album so I could have more free time with Jatavia.
Speaking of her, I fought off the urge to call and check up on her. Today she used one of my cars and drove over to theprojects to spend much needed time with her parents. She been at my house for three days and I felt on edge. I didn’t want her ass to go back to Vegas but also didn’t want to jump the gun nor ruin the time that we were spending together nagging like a bitch about what her future plans were since she was currently jobless.
“Bro, you over thinking that shit,” Iceman walked up to the soundboard. “Just ride the beat like, Tavia told you the other night.” He chuckled.
I flicked his dumb ass off and pushed everything except the sound of the beat off my mind. I fought beats like they were enemies instead of partners. Sweat gathered at the back of my neck; I ran one hand underneath my dreads then flipped my fitted hat to the back.
Frustration kept getting the best of me, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to catch the beat at all today. I ripped the headphones off and tossed them. Some days were chaotic, especially when too much was on my mind. I tried calling my mom again, and to no avail, I was sent straight to voicemail. I grew out of the momma’s boy shit years ago when I realized that she was trying to have too much control over my life. Still, it didn’t mean that I didn’t care about her well-being.
I needed to pop up on her ass, but something in my gut told me that I wouldn’t like the answers in front of me. So I put my pop off visit off, hoping she’d just answer the phone to tell me that she was okay. I called my dad, and like always he sounded like shit was good on his end. When I asked him where his wife was, he switched gears quickly and got his ass off the phone. I didn’t care that him and my relationship wasn’t like him and Bleu’s. Me and my mom were close like him and Bleu were, it’s just the way things have always been like between the four of us.
“Man, shut this shit off,” I said. “It ain’t happening for a nigga today.” I walked out of the booth disappointed in myself.
Maybe it was my ADHD cutting the fuck up today. I couldn’t find the proper concentration to save my life. The room fell quiet except for the hum of expensive equipment and the low hiss of disappointment coming from Iceman.
“You want a head start; this is the perfect start. You need to lock in my nigga and stop playing.” Iceman shook his head and walked over towards the couch area.
I rubbed my face then started to pace. The sound of the women over in the lounge area and one of the twins smacking them on the ass put me all the way up on ten. I marched over to them with my face twisted into a scowl cause they had me fucked up.
“I can’t focus in this bitch, cause all of these broads sucking up the energy!” I yelled.
I whiff of something funky snuck up my nostrils. I frowned my face, sniffed the air and got pissed all over again.
“Bbl’s really stank?” I asked myself talking aloud.
“Man chill,” Iceman chuckled.
“Nah, I ain’t chilling. This my fucking studio, you niggas seem to keep forgetting that shit. It’s new rules and regulations—” My words trailed off as the studio door opened.
Bleu walked in slow. His face was tight and he looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. My stomach tightened, I stopped all of my pacing and gave him my full attention.
“Fuck wrong with you?” I asked.
“Step outside with me.” He glanced around the room.
My chest tightened before I even knew why, he didn’t have to flat out say that something was wrong for me to feel it.
“Lock up after I leave,” I turned to look at Iceman. “This shit,” I waved my hand around for emphasis. “Is over, I don’t want no hoes in my sessions no more. When I come in this bitch,it’s to lay out my tracks and get the fuck on.” I stated seriously before walking away.
Niggas knew to respect my wishes. Iceman made six figures and the twins played around all day but since their dad wanted to put them under me and sign them next year to the label, it was time for me to get stricter on them.
I welcomed the cold brisk air soon as I stepped outside. Bleu turned and didn’t waste time to state the problem.
“Ms. Earline called me,” he said.
My heart dropped straight into my stomach.
“And?” I asked skeptical.
“She’s worried about mother,” He flicked his hand over the top of his nose. “Said she haven’t answered her calls, nor been out of the house. Ms. Earline said she didn’t even sound like herself when she talked to her last.” Bleu finished.
“Why Ms. Earline ain’t just go inside through the back.” I started to pace.
“Why the fuck you come here to tell me this instead of calling me on facetime when you made it there to check on her yourself, nigga?” I felt my jaw clench tight.
