L O U I S V I L L E || A Bryson Tiller Story

§ Chapter Eleven §

~...Now's the time to just clear the air---put this shit back in motion...~

"What do you think about this?" Swan asked me as he played a beat on his lap top while we sat on my grandma's black leather couch.

I nodded my head to the music as it played.

"Nice bass," I told him as I licked my pink lips.

"Yeah, a homie of mine wanted me to show you. He said you could use it in your new album for a small fee."

"I don't get how I'm even going to put out a 'new album' when I don't have shit to say," I sighed rubbing my forehead," Shits more complicated than I thought."

"What!? Nigga now you just bullshitting. You got plenty to say," Swan objected.

"Do I!? Because I've only come up with 3 lines. Not even a whole verse for a song in my notebook! 3 lines my nigga!"

"Well let me hear them," he shrugged.

I cleared my throat and began to read to him what I had written in my composition journal.

"Your empty space girl, who's gonna feel it?
I know she's out there, damn baby
I knew one day that you'd hear me..."

Swan nodded,"I like it. It's dope already. I don't see why you having writer's block."

"I don't have anyone to target a personal message to anymore."

"That's not true. I mean, yeah you're halfway into a pending divorce, so why not input your feelings about that."

"I can only say so much about that. I can't base that off my entire album. No one would want to hear that depressing shit," I reminded him.

"Then find you a new muse. Someone or something that gives you that feeling again," Swan recommended," I'm thinking maybe a new girl since the album title is Soul Searching."

"First of all, I said Soul Search and that's not the official title yet, just a thought. What if I don't want that feeling again? Those feelings always cause me to land on my face."

"Well, say goodbye to music and hello to bankruptcy," Swan joked yet at the same time he was telling the truth.

I took a deep breath.

"As much as it bothers me to say so, your dumb ass is right."

Swan smiled," They don't call me Grand Master Swan for nothing, boy."

"Motherfucker, nobody calls you that," I laughed.

Swan looked at me with the side eye.

"You can't ever just play along can you?" he shook his head at me displeased.

"I guess I could use my date with Naomi as practice," I stretched my arms and cracked my knuckles.

"Date? With Naomi!?" Swan shook me by my shoulders," and you said you can't stand her."

"It's not really a date, man. She asked if I wanted to catch up over lunch tomorrow and I said sure," I elaborated.

"Catch up on what?" Swan winked.

"Fuck if I know."

"Lunch where?"

"At that Japanese Hibachi grill place across town," I answered," I've never been, but I'm thinking about canceling since I don't have anyone to watch Harls. My grandma has a church function tomorrow and it won't be over till 5."

"I'll take her. I'm already babysitting my nephew and niece tomorrow with Camille. Might as well invite one more rugrat. Plus it's just lunch, it's nothing," Swan offered.

"Are you sure?" I asked concerned.

Swan could be a little inattentive at times, but it might be ok if Camille is there.

"Is Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker's father?"

"Um that's how I recall it, yes he is," I answered awkwardly.

"Then I'm sure," Swan grinned.

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Side Note: the song lyric isn't real, it isn't Bryson's or anyone else's, it's mine🤗 (so don't steal without giving me my credit)

This book is somewhat futuristically speaking and we don't know what his new album sounds like soo....✌🏾️

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