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Date Posted: 14:51:47 08/08/02 Thu
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Bernice Grandberry
's message, "Re: Diva B Productionz Presents...*Another Black Story*" on 12:19:36 08/06/02 Tue
We got back to the table and Travis was putting a little rap of his own together and it sounded so tight I was amazed about how fast he put together such a tight rap. I was feeling it. “Yall got the instrumental version?”
“Yeah, it’s over at Roshay’s in her dad’s studio”
“Well, we need to lengthen that, the instrumental, so that when we perform the music don’t drown out, ya know,” He laughed closing the book. “Well, let me go and call Shay and see what’s up” Darius was coming to the stairs. “Mama sleep? What she been doing all day?”
“Boy, everything. She went shoppin’ and everything. She her hair done too. You seen it?”
“Naw, she got it wrapped up. I just peeked in her room”
“Eh, where you going lil man?” Travis asked as Darius was headed the door I was dialing Roshay’s number. “I’m ‘bout to go play basketball at the park. I’ll be back later on. You down?”
“Naw, I gotta work on this with your sister, but I’ll catch you around the weekend punk, You owe me a game,” Travis teased. “Aight, I’ll put you on my “hit” list”
“Shay?”
“Yeah, what’s up Macy?”
“Girl, can we come over?”
“You and what company?”
“Me and Travis. We need to use the studio to do some extra length on the instrumental and-”
“Yeah girl. Yall come on ova’. Daddy here he’ll let cha use it,” She obliged.
“Thanks. We’ll be there soon,” I said and hung up.
Alright. Right now, it’s about 5:30pm and Varsity game starts a 7:00. God, let us make it. I gots ta be on time. Haha “Gots Ta Be”, get it?
So, we went over to Roshay’s and get it workin’ on trying to lengthen the time. Travis was really good at this. Roshay and I was just laid back chillin’. He pulled some strings and even made the beat better. It was real tight. It was a “head bopper”.
“If yall could put the vocals and stuff together this would be a hot demo, fa sho”
“Ow, fa real?” Roshay said chomping on some Ritz crackers. I started laughing.
“Yeah! Yall girls are blazin’. Yall gon’ be hotter than…than…
“3LW!” I yelled.
“Yeah,” Travis said.
“And DC…whatever number they are now,’ Roshay jumped in. We started laughing. “Yeah, them too Shay” Travis said. “Well, see, Ashanti gon’ always be on top because she is my cousin and she bootiful and her music is tight!” I said standing the chair like I was giving a speech. Travis started laughing. “Boo! Boo! Get off! Nobody care about Ashanti little self, punk!” Roshay yelled up at me. We both started laughing. “If I come down, I’m gon’ jump on yo’ head. So much hateration in the world,” I started twisting around in the chair.
“She will. She got in a fight up in the street over by her house,” Travis told. Roshay started laughing. “With who? Darius?”
“Naw. That ol’ ugly black boy Jamal. Remember, we saw him walking down the street once and he was tryna’ holla at you. Remember?”
“Oh! Him? Ew, he is so ugly. I do not like him. What yall was fighting for?”
“He hit my brotha’! You know me and Darius don’t stand for that. You know the reason. I just went crazy when he hit him and then he started trying to control me I straight let him know! Huh Travis?”
The reason why I get so crazy when somebody, especially a man or a boy, try to hit up on me because when Mama was separated from Daddy, her “man” had the audacity to try to act like he was our father or something. I knew we had to respect him, but he didn’t even respect us. He was rude, jealous hearted and evil. He use to hit on me just the hel of it sometimes and on my brother. What I hated most was that I couldn’t really do nothing. He use to tell us if we told Mama he’s kill us or something like that because he only hit us when Mama wasn’t home. I should have killed Bruce, “Mama’s “man” when that nigga was sleep. I finally told Mama and she got rid of him thank God plus a restraining order. That was in the sixth grade.
“She sure did. Say, how this sound?” He asked turning up the volume. I got down and sat in the chair. “That’s tight,” I said listening closer.
“Yall beat him up Macy?” Roshay asked.
“Girl, we was boxing him. Gary, Darius and me had that punk. He had the nerve to call me ugly. I was like “um, son, you ain’t looked in the mirror you monsta’ boy” and girl we was crunked up”
“Macy, you ain’t say that. You said something else”
“Well, I said something like that. Hand me a cracker Shay, these good”
Travis started laughing. We was just acting stupid. Finally, the tape was put together and done. He played it over, so we could see how it was and we was feeling it. We said good night to Roshay and headed on outside to our cars.
“Thank you so much Travis. You are blessed with the quicks boy”
“It ain’t nothing much. I’m use to working in the studio. I’m trying to get a deal, but then I wanted to produce. My uncle got a studio up in New York. He startin a label and everything”
“Oh, well that explains it. Thank you so much Travis. I wish I could give you something”
“Your number would be nice”
“You know I go with what’s his name,” I joked unlocking my doors.
“Ah, you wrong. So, me and you couldn’t be nothing?”
“Other than friends? Probably not, but you are cute Travis and a lot of girls should appreciate you. What happen to that girl you use to go with?”
“Man, Jesira is scandalous. She try to use a nigga for money and I ain’t have time for all that drama. Ya know what I mean?”
“Yeah. Well, God will bring you somebody worth being with some day. I know this. You believe me?” I asked smiling.
“Yeah, I believe you. Well, I’m gon’ roll. When I gots ta see you again?”
“Um, we got practice Wednesday and I’ll tell you otherwise, so I’ll talk to you later?”
“Yeah, don’t make it a habit asking for favors Ashanti”
I laughed getting in the car. “I won’t Good night”
“Good night,” He said as I drove away. See, he would make a great boyfriend because he’s about music and I’m about music and we could do big things together. That would be so tight, but naw, I gots ta deal with that boy…
“…Reggie just called Macy”
“Damn, again?” I asked looking at the clock sitting the tape on the counter.
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