The Come Up

Chapter 10 - Brewing

  Pookie sat on the couch with Trisha's head laid across his lap. He was playing in her hair and from the booth I could see him laughing as she spoke. She looked like I did with Trev. So relaxed and happy. I often wished they would stop playing around and just make it official but unlike I do, they have time. I only had a month or so left and I was dependent on making it count. These days were spent completely on Trev and I went to Ma's room to talk and sleep most nights, but I hadn't seen Trev in the past two days. Today Flex said the main focus was getting the songs out to Mac, so we've been recording tracks that show my vocal range which I notice is pretty limited. A vocal coach would do me good. 

After attempting to hit a note I knew I couldn't, I took off my headphones. Flex looked at me with a grin, his hands resting on his cheeks like a little child.

"You're not pushing yourself." He mouthed. I opened the door and got out the booth.

"Play it back." I stated.

I heard where my voice cracked and rolled my eyes annoyed with myself.

"You will get it, go try again. I can't really give you pointers on how to sing but that's why you're getting a vocal coach. Try singing with more power. Gimme more power and sing from your diaphragm." Flex said.

This went on a few more minutes, and then within the hour we had some good takes to send. Trev was late and at first I didn't mind but then I began to worry. With all the drama on the block I didn't put it pass anyone to get violent.

"Pookie, you seen Trev?" I asked.

"Nah. Not in a day or two. He said he was chillin with y'all yesterday." Pookie answered.

I looked at Trisha who had a face just as puzzled as mine. "He wasn't with us at all yesterday, why would he tell you that?" I asked.

Pookie took out his phone and scrolled through the messages. "I don't know. But he said he was chillin with y'all at the studio, not to hit him up."

"We didn't even meet yesterday. No one was at the studio." Flex said, his back still turned in his chair.

I guess Trisha could read my face which had probably lost some of its color. I didn't know what to think, he wasn't hurt, if he was hurt or in danger he wouldn't have lied to Pookie. What was he doing that he needed to lie? What if he was with another girl. I really tried not to let my thoughts get the best of me, but I was curious. A few hours in the studio passed. No music was being recorded we were all just talking about Francis. Pookie told Trevon everything that happen in the park and of course Trev didn't take it well. We ordered pizza and listened to tracks Flex had produced that were Grammy nominated. We even let him brag but we were too used to him to hype it up.

Pookie walked me home after we walked Trish and as soon as I got inside, I pulled out my cell and hit up Trevon.

The phone rang twice and then went to voicemail. I gritted my teeth, getting angrier and more suspicious. Then my suspicion turned to fear.

Where have you been? Are you ok?

I texted. He replied in only minutes.

Yea

Me: So why u missed studio time? u know flex focuses on u now.

Trev: u sound salty

Me: nah neva that lol

Trev: Nah you sound salty bro. A lil jealous