❝SHANTEY❞
Saturday afternoon, Shantey rehearsed at DMG with her program and arrangement crew in preparation for her up-and-coming southern part of her SL3 TOUR with the band softly playing around with her ❝No Takebacks❞ record; her humming effortlessly with the instruments orchestrated by talented Black men—Nick on bass, King on drums, Clark on guitar, and Jaylen on violin. The head of the arrangements was Cam and he was also on keyboard. She was walking back and forth in a slow pace to determine how she wanted to open the show with the specific song."Okay, let's do it this way," Shantey speaking stopped the instruments and the men's undivided attention was set on her. "Since I'm opening with this record I only want Clark playing the guitar because I want it to have an acoustic feel with the stage dark. Once I get to the chorus to "Cause your words mean the world to me, to me, to mee" and to the second 'to me' I want drums to come in real easy with a drumroll and guitar will fall out and I'll transition into ❝Fairplay❞."
Shanty instructed for the band to try it out and they fell in line effortlessly. While she sung her only hit single from her failed sophomore album, De was dancing his way in doing a on-beat two step and snapping his fingers. His action interrupted Shantey's singing and made her laugh out and signal for her light laughing band to cut the instruments.
De stopped dancing to laugh with her. "Aye! That was niggas shit on the yard."
"I was hot in those prison cells. I love it." Shantey hugged her brother in-law briefly before he sat on wood barstool. "So what's up? Shouldn't you be getting yourself ready for Atlanta."
"Yeah. I been resting up foreal; making beats in the pad, so while I'm there I'll be sending over some shit for Low and Che. Ain't her EP bouta drop?"
"Yeah. At midnight ❝CM9❞ will be released. Her single blowing up and everyone's asking for a music video so we'll be handling that while on tour. Low will be back here working with Amanda and Blaze." Shantey told him. "And speaking of Che..."
De start smiling automatically. "I knew you was bouta take it there."
"She's young."
"An adult."
"Clearly. But girl's her age are easily mind-fucked by your species."
"My species?" De laughed, "That's what men are now?"
"Yes, and I don't know what kind of relationship—"
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Lost One
General FictionBook #6 of The Love & Trauma series. The separation. The time apart. Two soul ties. Can they pull back in? Or has the years of love, hurt, and betrayal finally reached its breaking point?