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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December 8, 1993 Los Angeles, California
My bare feet rapidly sprint against the cold amber waves of grain that make this beach half as beautiful as it is. I become one with the wind, how fast I'm running. I'm on the move to make it to one of my last close friends I can trust, I want to land in his arms. Mike and Ike can barely keep up with me. I'm gunning it.
"I missed you!" Squealing, I leap fully into his biceps, attacking him with an embrace highlighted by a squeeze. "Ahhh!" Giggles, laughter, chuckles. Every sound leave my lips is rooted in positive energy.
Tupac's strength almost fails him as he's forced to hold me up in the air though I've caught him off guard. "Wait a minute now!" Laughing, he makes sure not to drop me.
He sets me down to level myself on the sand. Tupac Shakur and I haven't existed in the same space in too long. Our careers are constantly moving and he'd go wherever the money goes, or wherever his court cases take him. Sure, we keep up on the phone from time to time but he's an in person kind of friend. Prince and I would talk then get together with no time passed. It's the opposite with Tupac. We won't see each other for two months and he'll come back to saying he got a movie deal, a clothing sponsorship and a new favorite lady friend. It's always something new with this man.
"So, what you got now? A baby on the way?"
His eyebrows perk up. "Uh-uhn!" I couldn't hold my laughter if I tried. The adolescence sprinkled into his genuine reactions enhances the humor of it all. "Don't wish that on me," he laughs.
Holding onto my flats in my left hand, I hold my skirt in my right as we start our walk around the empty beach. Tonight the Billboard Awards. I was nominated for a few things but I know exactly who's taking home the most tonight. My girl Nippy did her damn thing this year. She's about to snag them all. Mark my words.
"I'm surprised you not waddling around here by now."
I shrug as I try not to reflect too hard on the close call made at Alexis' place. "I don't know how I'm not," I admit.
He's not the only one shocked that I'm not waddling around this beach. DeVante and I go at it anywhere. The car, the kitchen, a bed, a closet, a counter, the studio. I sincerely mean it when I use the anywhere. Passion burns like an expensive incense when we're together. The feeling of having to peel one another off of each other is the kind of intoxicating experience I've dreamt of. I'm always wanted by my man and I always want my baby.
"Moms doing alright?"
I nod, sashaying in a bliss crafty by tickle of the sand squishing between my toes. "She's okay... Finally has her head screwed half way on." The liking he took for my mother bites me in the ass.
Something in my deep heart tells me she hasn't changed as she leads on. I sense this is a temporary mask to keep us off of her back. Eddie's back in the house and he, too, claims her hospitality feels forced. They eat dinner and talk about the most boring, mundane parts of the everyday life. He makes wish I didn't go back to New York for the third time this year. My guilt is rooted in having to leave him to fight alone as I work. How else can I keep up buying him all of these expensive clothes? I have to work.
