Sequel to Make it Last Forever
Fast forward three years: Trey and Lashontae are still divorced and co parenting their two beautiful children. They've been able to remain cordial for the kids, but are they secretly wanting that old thing back?
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Trey
"Amelio, how you doing brother?"
"So so, Sonny. Today seem a lil complicated, huh?"
"Yeah, it seem that way. Fuckin wit a cop's family? That's new heights for even you."
"I know, but times is hard, man. You know the kinda cash I gotta drop to send my lil kid off to college one day? Real criminal shit."
"That sound like yo problem."
"The more I make? Cop? The more y'all mufucka's take man."
"Just let her go, man. She ain't a part of this."
"Look like you made her a part of this now. According to your old man, Jake."
"Let her go."
"Man, you know who shop this is?"
"Cut!" John, the director, yelled.
Immediately, the scene came to a halt and all of us came out of character.
"Amazing guys," he added as a couple claps sounded from different directions, "might be a take. I'll let you know. Break for now."
New Orleans was my temporary home these days, at least until the movie wrapped. I was renting the penthouse at the Four Seasons and had been for three weeks while shooting a film, Blood Brothers. The penthouse was right across from the studio we shot at which made it extra convenient. Being the first person on the call sheet, the lead, was stressful.
Although music was my first love, acting was something I delved into some time ago that I'd grown to enjoy as well. I liked being able to do something contrary to what was normally my thing. John gave the okay to wrap for the week after a long motivational speech about culture, film, and review for the twentieth time since the start of filming. Before he could hit a second wind, which he was known to do, we said our goodbyes until Monday morning and scattered. Twenty minutes later, I was at the penthouse making sure I had everything needed for the hour flight to Memphis. When I was satisfied, Bugzi, Nikki, Bully, and Tip Toe, headed to the hanger to catch the jet.
An hour and a half later....
"Meet me back here Sunday evening. Maybe around seven," I told my team as I departed from the truck, "enjoy yall weekend off."
"You too, boss."
I grabbed my bags and walked through the front door at Tae's.
No sooner than I was inside, my phone rung.
I felt between both pockets to find it.
"Hey Mumma."
I adjusted my AirPods and walked to the kitchen first.
"Hey baby. What you doing?"
"Just got to Memphis."
"Awww, tell my babies I miss them. When's my next visit?"
