"Who's your first love." My eyebrow raised as she asked me the question that I've avoided for so long. "Huh?" I responded, with a nervous laugh. "You know what I said, bucket head. Who's your first love?" I lightly sighed as I wrapped my arm back around her. "Ah, you wouldn't know her. She's far from me nowadays. You ready to get back to touring?" I had to quickly change the subject because I knew how she was when she didn't get a direct answer.
"I am, actually. I'll have my kids with me so I get to share that experience. Keh and the kids have been working hard and I can't wait for it to all come together. I wish the girls could come but that album has been long awaited." I could hear this girl talk all day. It's like liquid gold. I'm glad that she's doing better, psychologically. She seems to be content with how things are going.
"When you come to the bayou, let me know. I'll be front row." The bayou is our secret code for a list of cities you can always find one of the Q crew at: Minneapolis, New Orleans, Atlanta, Philadelphia, the Bronx, Sacramento, and Las Vegas. Rakim and Cykeem tend to be in Las Vegas more than the rest.
"I was thinking, you should be a roadie. I mean you and Chres do the same thing: produce. It would be dope if you tagged along. So far, it's Chres, Twice, Willie, and my kids. Soooo...?" I poked the inside of the cheek as I tried to hide my smile. I couldn't handle being a roadie with such a fine woman, especially when her man ain't with her. "I don't think so, ma. I got business to take care of in Sac."
"Lu, that wasn't actually a question. You are going to be on the road with me." I shook my head. This spoiled ass brat just gon have it her way. This ain't Burger King. "Why me? How about your man?" Okay, that came out a bit bitter. I'm no player hater but you can't play a queen with a jack.
"Unfortunately, he has to come. He won't allow me to take the oldest with me like we planned cus he thinks I'm a bad influence, blasé blasé. So he has no choice but to come but I want you to be with me, too. You, Anthony, & Chresanto keep me sane." I think she's pregnant. Y'all see how she just got all sappy on a nigga?
"Alright. Fine."
Well Lu, looks like you got yourself in a situation.
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July 4, 1999 | Miami, FL
"Great show last night! We got one show down. 119 more to go," I said. Last night, we opened up the American leg of the tour at the Hard Rock stadium and it was a success.
Everyone was huddled around the buses, ready for me to give them the okay to get on. Mr. Nelson made it in town this morning, as well as my beautiful babies. I have yet to see Lu. I'm hoping he didn't bail. I'm trying to stall as much as I can.
"Keh, where's Robyn?" Someone is close to unemployment. "She's at the airport, picking up the crews." Okay, nevermind. I surely forgot about the crews. I need my makeup and wardrobe crew because accidents happen and I need my accidents to be dealt with faster than the pit crew during the Daytona 500.
I saw Chres' car drive up and I automatically knew it was none other than Lu. When that passenger door opened and he stepped out, I was SHOOK.
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