A D'yani Fanfic.
I was so out of it that I didn't even notice when the stoplight switched from yellow to red.
Struggling to act on my fight or flight, I have no choice but to run straight into the car in front of me.
Oh fuck.
Just one of those fucki...
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📍St. Andrew, Jamaica | New Kingston
A Few Days Later | Sunday, May 5th
1:00 PM ⏰
Stepping back from the mirror, I give myself a quick once over, screwing my lips together as I try to decide if this would be the final look.
Me nuh know why dem task me wid dis...
I was sporting a beige, tweed-like material long-sleeved button-down jacket, paired with some black leather pants.
Who pick dis out fi me?
I don't know.
If it were up to me, I'd be in jeans and wah shirt because, in all honesty, all a dis excessive stuff nuh needed.
Straight like dat.
"Wear dat fi di scene pon di couch," Anya prompts, taking a good look at me.
"Yuh can keep di chain on fi di whole shoot, feel like dat really set di vibe"
I run my fingers across the diamond-crusted Cuban link hanging from my neck, adjusting the piece to be on full display.
One a di fuss nice tings me did buy fi miself inna di beginning.
"Wah bout di opening scene?" I turn to ask Anya, who's sat on a stool in the corner of the dressing room.
"Dem want yuh shirtless, and fi wear yuh hair up" she says, keeping her response short.
Her attention was being stolen by the growing list of to-do's to make today successful.
She would often take the lead on handling the production alongside the videography team, while Makaia and I would work with the director to set and execute the creative vision.
While I always had some idea about how I wanted the scenes to play out, the wardrobe was never really my specialty.
"Couch scene hair up to?" I question, gliding my fingers through my locs.
"Umm..." she chirps, flipping through the tabs on her laptop before pausing.
"No, dat dem wah yuh wear down, oh and dem a seh...once second"
She's back to searching again, bitting at the inside of her gum as she directs her focus to the task at hand.
"Oh seet yah! Fi most of these scenes if yuh have on a shirt or jacket, it aguh be open"
A dat sell, suh me nuh surprised bout dat.
"Yuh betta thank God seh yuh body nice and clean" she chuckles, shutting down the laptop screen.
Standing up from the chair, she secures the device under her right arm tightly before walking over to me.
"Today is gonna be a good day, we got four songs confirmed for the album and we're making strides with creating content for the leading singles..." she beams, commending me as she bats againts my shoulder.
