After nine years of being attached at the hip, Lyric and Prince finally split. Now, on the road to recovery, she learns a new way to view life as Prince is forced to face the music of a song he never wanted to played aloud. Join them as they learn a...
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September 9, 1992 New York, New York
"How is the world this beautiful Wednesday morning? Good morning to you and good morning to all! Here we are live. I am Sherry Carter and today we have good friend of mine here with us today!" The host, Sherry, smiles at the camera. "As promised to anyone starting their afternoon the right way, we have Lyric here with us."
As I wrote in my journal earlier, these days I am learning to deal with Prince's absence. I am now in phase two. I am in denial but I finally stopped always eating. An amicable split replacing our monstrous explosion that happened in February has helped me a lot. Sadly, the mood swings on the topic of him never stop. Tupac even tried to get me out of my funk by scheduling our paintballing session today though I doubt that'll fix anything.
"Hey, hey, hey!" I smile as I wave at the camera. The cameraman holding it blushes at the sight, triggering me to giggle. "Hi," I repeat, this one aimed toward him.
Sherry shifts around her seat with note cards. She doesn't need them, I'd bet, but she's always prepared. "It's so good to have you back here, girlfriend." I can only laugh due to how flattering her comment is. Sherry is the sweetest thing. I love her. "We had Jodeci on just the other day and when asked who he'd like to work with, DeVanté said you. I think he's got a crush."
A hand covers my mouth as I fight a cackle. "Oh wow," I giggle.
"Could he handle Lyric?" He seems to think so."
Can he handle me? I don't know. I'd have to be able to tell the four of them apart by name to say. Though I struggle to immediately place a face to the name, I've heard a lot about the members making up Jodeci. I think he's the tall one with shades. His reputation precedes him. A musicial genius most often compared to Prince and Stevie is how I've heard him spoken of. I can't say how true it is. I've never met him. It doesn't matter much anyway because they all look young.
"First off, DeVante is a baby!" My jokes had earned a laugh from myself along with the rest of the room. "What is he eighteen, nineteen? Yeah, he's a baby."
Sherry crosses her legs in a way that mirrors mine as she laughs. "Okay, so he's a little bit on the young side but what about music," she questions. "What about the musical aspect of things. Would you work with Jodeci?"
"Oh, most definitely!" I can't tell them apart for the life of me but I know their voices very well. They dominate Black radio like they dominate Eddie's stereo. All of the kids are down with Jodeci and I'm all for it. I've heard their ballads and they are to die for. "They've got it in the bag. For sure! They have beautiful ballads."
"Speaking of, are there a lot of ballads on the album?"
Humming as a stalling device of my answer, I ponder on the question. I'm not really thinking about the question, I'm still laughing at DeVante Swing putting himself on the frontline.
