Dre Day

A Daring Question

September 1994

Dre POV

I picked up the phone, dialing Cube's number, a sense of nostalgia mingling with the weight of recent events.

"Cube, it's Dre," I said, a touch of anticipation in my voice. "What do you think about an N.W.A. reunion?"

Cube's voice crackled through the line, a mix of surprise and curiosity. "An N.W.A. reunion? That could be somethin', Dre."

Excitement surged within me at his positive response. "Yella and Ren are in, and Eazy's on board too."

But before the enthusiasm could fully settle in, Cube's tone shifted. "Did you talk to Eric about this?"

There was a moment of hesitation. "I did, Cube," I admitted, the weight of recent conversations lingering in my mind. "We're trying to figure it out."

Cube's silence spoke volumes, a mix of understanding and reservation. "Keep me posted, Dre. This could be big."

I hung up before dialing Yella's number. Each ring seemed to echo with the possibility of rekindling the old flame of N.W.A.'s legacy.

"Yella, it's Dre," I said, my voice carrying a mix of excitement and anticipation. "How would you feel about an N.W.A. reunion?"

Yella's voice crackled through the line, a hint of nostalgia in his tone. "An N.W.A. reunion? That sounds like a plan, Dre!"

Relief washed over me at his positive response. "Cube's in, Ren's in, and I'm down too."

But as the conversation flowed, Yella inquired, "Did you talk to Eric about this?"

The weight of unresolved discussions loomed over our plans. "I'm working on it, Yella. We're trying to make it happen so far he said he's down but we gotta few things to squash."

There was a brief pause on Yella's end before he spoke, a mixture of hope and caution lacing his words. "Let me know how it goes, Dre. This could be huge."

As I dialed Ren's number, a mix of anticipation and apprehension swirled within me. The familiar ringtone echoed, each sound carrying the weight of nostalgia and uncertainty.

"Ren, it's Dre," I greeted, the eagerness in my voice tempered by the complexities of the situation. "What are your thoughts on an N.W.A. reunion?"

Ren's voice crackled through the line, a hint of excitement evident. "An N.W.A. reunion? Man, that'd be somethin', Dre!"

Relief washed over me at his positive response. "Cube and Yella are in, and I'm on board too."

But then came the inevitable question, one that had become a recurring theme. "What about Eric? Did you talk to him?"

My hesitation lingered for a moment. "Yeah, Ren, I spoke to Eric. He's in."

The weight of unspoken truths lingered in the air, the unresolved matters casting a shadow over our conversation.

Ren's next question cut through the tension. "What about T.A. and D.O.C.?"

I paused uncomfortably, the weight of recent events settling heavily in my chest. "T.A.... he's not around, Ren. And D.O.C.... he's been distant lately."

As Ren inquired about D.O.C., I took a deep breath, the weight of recent conversations settling uneasily within me.

"Yeah, Ren, I reached out to D.O.C.," I confessed, a touch of uncertainty in my tone. "We talked, but he's been distant lately."

Ren's concern was palpable through the phone line. "And what about T.A.?"

My throat tightened uncomfortably, the truth weighing heavily on my shoulders. "T.A.? Nah, we... we don't even talk anymore."