Somebody For Me

Love Letter 1

This is the story of two souls who met in the world of music, where melodies connected with fate and love finds a flow of its own. One was man, quiet but confident, whose heart would be captured by a woman whose voice was as captivating as her presence. The other was a woman, bold and brilliant, who had definitely seen it all, yet still found herself drawn to something unexpected—a love that would pull her closer and hold her steady, even when the world around them moved so fast.

Now, on October 15th, 1991 the studio buzzed with quiet energy, the soft hum of equipment and the distant vibration of bass mixing in the background. Meki leaned against the soundboard, eyes looking over the group of kids playing around in the booth. His cousins—Rayshon and Darius—sat stretched across the couch while Ashantell flipped through a book of lyrics, her brow wrinkled in thought.

"We gotta lock in, though," Rayshon said, scratching at his chin. "These boys are cool, but they really need a singer who can elevate them."
Darius nodded, throwing a glare through the glass at his son Christian, who was trying out a new harmony. "It ain't no point in putting them out there if we don't back 'em up right."

Meki stayed quiet, his mind racing through a list of potential singers. They'd already auditioned a couple of people, but nobody had clicked. There was something missing though, something soulful. He let out a low sigh, and just then, a thought hit him like a flare.
"Vesta," Meki said, breaking his own silence.
Ashantell paused in her tracks, raising an eyebrow. "You mean the Vesta? Like Vesta Williams?"
"Yep," Meki answered, his smooth voice steady. "She's got that range, that soul we're looking for. She'd vibe with what we're doing with the boys."
Meki smiled, his silence confidence shining through. "She'll do it. I got a feeling. Besides..." He glared over at the booth, watching as one of the youngest of the group, little six-year-old Zion, tried mimicking a melody he heard. "These boys are good. She'll see that."
Ashantell folded her arms, curious. "How are you planning to pull this off?"
Meki laughed, finally standing up from the soundboard. "I'll make the call. She'll listen."

A couple of days later, Meki sat in the quiet of his house, the dim light from the setting sun casting a soft glow through the blinds. He had his phone pressed against his ear, the line ringing as he waited for Vesta to answer. He'd managed to get her number through some industry connections, and now all he had to do was convince her.

As the line continued to ring, Meki found himself tapping his fingers against the table. He wasn't usually the nervous type, but this was really different. He respected Vesta, not just for her voice but also for her energy. When the ringing finally stopped, and her smooth voice came through the line, Meki smiled to himself. "This is it," he thought.
"Hello?" she answered, her voice friendly and inviting.
"Hey, Vesta. It's Meki Johnson. I hope it's aight that I got your number from some folks we both know. I wanted to talk with you bout' a potential opportunity," he said.
"Hey there, Meki! I've definitely heard of you before. What kind of opportunity you talking about?"
"Well, my brothers and I have been brainstorming for a singer to sing with my nephew's boy group. And you were the first person that came to my mind. Your voice? It's pure gold, and I know it'd bring something special to the project. What do you say? You interested in swinging by the studio tomorrow to check it out?"
"A boy group, huh? You thought of me? I'm flattered! But I definitely gotta know, what makes you feel I'm the right fit?" she replied, a teasing sway in her voice.
"My love, your soulful voice is just everything we need. It'll add that depth we're looking for. Plus, I got faith in you and this thing. You definitely gotta come through and see what my boys can do. I promise you won't regret it."
"I'm definitely interested, I'll see you tomorrow."

Meki gave her the address and that was the start of greatness.