Between Us

Ibeyi (Yoruba word for twins)

These beautiful twins (not identical) are the Artist known as Ibeyi. Wouldn't it be amazing if these two were coupled with LT? 

Disclaimer: I do not hold the rights to the above music or video. It comes from their own page on YT. This story isn't a steamy. Don't worry there will be plenty of hot-steamy stuff soon. It does explain a few things about our beloved Angels though. Here we go...

I forgave the river, when she washed me in embrace. I forgave the wind, when he blew across my face. I forgive myself, with the same amount of grace. I forgive myself with the same amount of grace. - S.R.

Setting aside their issues for a moment felt nice. Larry plastered on a fake smile for the day. There were many tasks to accomplish before and after the workshop. Since Laurent agreed to go over to Maddy's home that evening, he decided to try to make the best out of the day.

Laurent's attempt at making breakfast made him laugh. "We could have gone out for breakfast bro," Larry said looking down on the sad plate with runny eggs and burnt toast. Laurent rested against the kitchen sink. "Yeahh, I was rushing," he laughed.

They agreed to meet their assistant down the street at a little bistro before going to the workshop. She noticed a difference in them and the large bruise on Lau's forehead.

"What in the hell happened to you? I swear. I'm away from you for a few days and you come in here looking like you both been in a fight. Hopefully not with each other?" She questioned them. Larry decided to change the subject. He ordered his breakfast and talked about the business moving forward. Their assistant pulled out her make-up putting it over Laurent's bruise though he protested about it.

"You will never guess who called?" Their assistant held out her phone towards Laurent. His hand flew up to his mouth covering a large smile. Larry wrestled the phone away from him to see who it was. His hand also went to cover his smile. "No wayyy!" They exclaimed in unison. They were asked to attend the Reggae festival honoring Bob Marley as special guests along with VIP singers.

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The good news changed Larry's mood dramatically for the better. They arrived at the venue to the cheers of adoring fans, most of them already wearing the LT shirts they'd purchased in advance. Since they'd conducted workshops for years during the years they toured with the famous Giselle, the routine of breaking into separate groups came naturally. (shameless plug for my story Tour to torture)

Laurent's lecture to his group:

"Today is special, not because I'm here. It's special because you chose to show up for yourself. Today you are investing in yourself, in the love you have for yourself and for your own body. How many people came here today to see me?"

He peered around the mixture of people sitting on the floor in front of him. A few people sheepishly raised their hands. His flirty smile and raised eyebrow made everyone laugh.

"I'm not special because I can dance. All of you can dance. If you came here to see me then you should get a refund right now. I have allot of problems, just ask Larry. I'm not perfect." The front row laughed so hard that it rippled the laughter to the back row.

"You should have come here because you want to show love to yourself, not just to see me. You should have come here because you want to see everyone else here. Look to your right, now to your left." The group did as requested. "These people next to you are why you should have come here, not me. You need their energy, their stories, their dancing. I'm going to teach you some things today. You are going to teach me some things today and maybe at the end we will be better afterwards."