TW:
- domestic violence
*May 1991*
Moby goes to the cemetery to see Miles' grave while grabbing the flower cause he paid for it once he walked on the road to search for it. As he heard the news, the suspect was arrested for murdering Miles a month ago, and Moby was finally free to live better.
Moby walks over to his grave, puts the flower on the ground, and sits for half an hour.
*At the recording studio*
Veronica: *arriving at the door with a key and shuts the door to turn on the light and sees the audio mixer to tries to press each button*
Eddie: *arrives*
Veronica: I knew what you'd say from the beginning; I was working on the beats to see what it looked like.
Eddie: Mark my word, you are trying to ruin my beats to your song.
Veronica: Of course not. *stands up*
Eddie: *hearing*
Veronica: Have you been listening to any music?
Eddie: I listened to Michael Jackson, Tears for Fears, Prince, Boyz II Men, Gloria Estefan, Tina Turner-
Veronica: Tina is my idol! Oh, oh! Did you listen to Mariah Carey?
Eddie: Oh yeah, sometimes.
Veronica: Sometimes? She's singing like an angel.
Eddie: I can feel her magic, including you.
Veronica: *smiles a bit*
Eddie: Those who wish to sing always find a song. You've gotta come up with a solution to give it your chance.
Veronica: I tried.
Eddie: So, are you almost finished?
Veronica: Close.
Eddie: I'm about to start working on my joint. *sits down and works on audio mixer*
Gennifer returned home to see his husband from upstairs. While putting the bag down, he saw her suitcase next to the staircase.
Gennifer: Do you think that I finally... Finally, you packed my shit up. Congratulations, I am free, and I've already divorced your ass.
Albert: *looks at her*
Gennifer: You're just a whore; just like your crazy ass mother.
Albert: *looks at her still*
Gennifer: What a miracle you are; you've already messed with the wrong woman to put your hands on. *grabs the suitcases and tries to leave*
Albert: Get the fuck back here! *running downstairs and grabs her hair and throws her back in here*
Gennifer: *pulls out the gun and points at him* Don't you fucking hit me! I will shoot you right now.
Albert: I took out of the bullets.
Gennifer: I don't care; I'm still hitting with it. Let me get up and get my shit. *stands up*
Albert: *punches her hardly*
Zero: *arrives* HEY!
Albert: *turns around* Come on, bitch! Let's see what you got.
Zero: *tried to fight him*
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Year in Decade
Non-FictionSet in 1990s, the story tells about the population of New York, is put on the journey to embark when inspired by the future. Crime, Drama, and Biography
