Jaylani

Chapter 3: You Gotta Love Music

    Me and Kings were in the car enjoying music, or in other words his new CD he had just received a few weeks ago.
   He is actually a great rapper. One of the first sings that played on his CD was called Click Click. Basically it's about how Paparazzi drives him nuts, which I laugh about. He likes making Raps that have a meaning to it, he's not a real fan of those kinda Rappers that just talks about how a girls booty is popping.
   "I used to be that kind of guy...talkin about how girls are desperate for love and shit and talkin about how I fucked them last night..." Kingston says, "since Courtney sprouted into my life I had no choice but to stop my immaturity and make rap songs that make me and my daughter happy." Kings says, fixing his seat. I smile.
    "Big change, huh?" I say, glancing at him. He was silent for a while. His chair finally clicked in place. He sat back and pouts.
    "Change happens Jay Jay." He says, "sometimes when you it do for others, you also do it for yourself, even when you don't realize it." He says. He sounded very wise. Like Jesus himself is talking to me and the light that people get when their time has come and it's time to go to heaven, the sun is reflecting his face, making him seem magical as if is coming from heaven himself.
    "Wow, speaking like a poet...damn, I wish I was like that." Kings chuckles.
   "Girl, everybody can talk as a poet...when they finally get to relax and breathe." He said nudging me on the arm. I smile.
   "You really changed Kings." Kings looks at me and logs into his phone focusing on a game.
   "Call me Kerry." He said, happily. I grin.
   "Call me Jay Jay." I said, happily. He grins and pulls his fingers through his hair. And then it was quiet. That same awkward silence we had went through ducking sixteen times in two days.
   "Courtney yesterday, at my release party she said...her mother had told her you have dated a lot of other girls..." Kerry raises an eyebrow and turns red as a cherry.
   "This bitch." He murmured.
   "What about Courtney?" I asked. One thing I know about divorce is when your marriage is over, everything that followed with it is gone. Friendship, every inch of memory two partners had created is gone, and then they can't stand each other any more. It's this one word that separated my mother and father. The word that separated my family.
   Custody.
   "Have you guys went to court and decided yet?" I ask again. Kerry pulls his face and bangs the arms on my chair.
   "I don't know...I really don't know if their gonna give the full custody to her... I don't know!" He shouts. His shouting rings in my ears, and I hear worry in his shouts. He loves Courtney, and he wants his daughter in his arms every minute. "Courtney!! I love her to death and I can't let that bitch take my damn daughter!! I just can't!" He rubs his forehead in frustration and pulls his hair in anger. Then he counts to five and breathes.
   "Are we there yet?" He asks, calmly as he can. That was the last time I will ever ask about custody toward him. I nod and start pulling into my company... Orlando Productions.
  "You's got the pros don't you?" He said, peeking through the window. I nod again and turn of the ignition.
  "Damn!" He says, harshly yet sweetly. I don't know what's with him. He is like a mixture of emotions that's ready to be stirred together and then baked hot and ready to be eaten. It's like there more than just him. We both get out the car and start heading toward the building.
   The next thing I know, I'm choosing my props and backdrops. I had a list of options. I could choose and desert place or forest or jungle or maybe just a mountainous empty area.
  But I plan ahead, and I had already made my choice. I went for the rainforest. And for my second back drop I have some kind of village, where I walk in my long blue dress and all the boys in the village are handsome and bow down with me.
   For my props, I definitely had one prop in mind. Some kind of golden luxurious chair that had a red pillow on it.
   It was now 4:05 when I was heading home with Kerry.
   With an empty place like my mansion, I could definitely use some company. I took off my Jordan's and placed them by my door.
  "Damn...why yo house so damn...bright?" He asked, seeing all the windows.
  "Natural light is better for you." I say, going to the kitchen. Kerry just follows me and admires the paintings he crosses.
   "What you want? Beer or Wine?" I asked, seeking the fridge. Kerry licks his lips and says Wine. I pop out a wine and give him a glass. "Here, enjoy." Kerry sips and smiles.
   "How do you live by yourself in the big ass place?" He asks, looking around my kitchen.
   "I dunno." I shrug my shoulders, "guess it feels like my room back at my parents house, but five thousand times bigger." I say. Kerry nods and take a sip.
  "Maybe you can show me around, before I leave?" He suggests. I nod. What a great idea. So that's what I did. I showed him my six bathrooms and ten bedrooms and one a luxurious modern colorful lounge room. Then across from that is my pool and then also my hot tub next to that, but far far away from it.
   Then there's the entertaining room where I make my songs and play them. I have a piano an viola and violin and a guitar. But most of all I like playing the viola.
  "Shit! Can I try this piano?" He asked, running over to it. I nod and take a seat on a nearby stool. He smiles and sits down happily. He fixes his posture and starts playing.
   Funny thing is, this guy is a natural at piano. He uses his fingers and his memory and plays his song. He played the song Canon.
   After the song he stood up and bowed to me. I just whistle and shout bravo! constantly.
   "Thank you! Thank you!" He says, acting how a person would shout thank you over and over again.
   "Where do you learn to play Piano?" Kerry scratches his head.
   "When I was younger...way younger...when I was fucking six years old playing in competitions." He says grinning. I smile.
   "Who taught you?" I asked.
   "Myself," he says happily.

    Kerry Conili was only six years old when he asked for a piano. He didn't want to play cello or violin or viola or any kind of keyboard. He wanted an old classic piano. And that's what he got.
   He practiced with sheet paper and making some in his own. He trained himself and competed with the two top pianist in Boston. He was on good at playing piano that in Boston, simply just waking in the harbor, people would want to wave at him or take a picture.
He was so good he beat the two tops and went national in Europe.
"Well, you should go pro." I say. Kerry's face saddened and his eyebrows furrowed.
"I can't...someone sabotaged my piano and my music at the finals and I never wanted to play a piano again." I sigh.
"But your playing it now." I say, standing up and sitting down on the bench with him.
"I can't and I won't either." He says, harsh fully. I pout and check the clock. "Gotta go Jay Jay," he says, "peace." He kisses his index finger and his middle finger and puts up the peace sign.