Extraordinary Love

Chapter 8: Chinno

Chapter 8: Chinno

            I was sitting in the studio listening to my songs trying to decide which 5 songs would go on the deluxe version of my album.  It was just me, Bull, Que, and a new producer who called himself Nacho.

            “Man, why you make so many good songs?” Que fussed eyeing me.

            I laughed and shrugged my shoulders. “Ask God that question, my nigga.” I answered.

            “You should put all the songs that aren’t on the album on a mixtape.  Shit, it’s hard to pick.” Bull said looking at Nacho and Que to see if they agreed.

            Nacho nodded his head. “Y’all are telling the truth. All these songs are dope. If you ask me, you should drop a surprise album.”

            My heart jumped a beat. “My name ain’t Beyonce. I can’t do no shit like that, bruh.  You’re asking to burn holes into my pockets.”

            Nacho laughed. “When everybody hears how hot these songs are, you’ll have bitches at your feet sewing the hole up for you.” He grinned.

            All of us just stared at Nacho.  “I like this kid. Where has he been?” Que asked pointing his thumb at him laughing. The rest of us joined in laughing.

            We heard the studio door open, and all our attentions changed to who was standing in the door frame. Mr. Deoria was standing in the frame with his arms crossed over his chest.  His eyes were damn near burning holes into my soul.  “Ay Chinno, lemme hol’ at you in my office.” He said then leaving the door without letting me agree.

            Both Que and Bull were staring at me. “You gone go?” Que asked breaking the silence

            “Ain’t got a choice.” I responded.

            “You know your ass is about to get handed to you, right? I warned you good.” Bull said.

            I eyed Bull for a moment then I got up in silence and walked out.  I walked to Mr. Deoria’s office and touched the door knob, but before I twisted it, I said a silent prayer.  Then I touched both of my shoulders, forehead, and chest. “Father, son, holy spirit.” I whispered then I went inside his office, and stood beside the empty chair in front of his desk.

            “Have a seat.” He voiced coldly.

            I sat down in the seat.  I felt like I was going to shit bricks at any second. This many was about to have my head! “Yes sir?” I questioned.

            He pointed to two pictures in different picture frames that were on his desk.  “What do you see in those picture frames?” He asked.