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4; Zombies

"Let's talk about your relationship with Whitney."

I huffed in amusement, reflecting on Whit and I's relationship.

"It wasn't a serious relationship until 1987," I remembered.

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1984

I laid on my bed with my feet up on the headboard. It was my day off from work and coincidentally, Whitney had a day off.

Since she graduated, she had a lot of time on her hands. If she wasn't on the road, at church, or rehearsals, she stayed home.

It was a bit rare to see Whitney nowadays because she was mainly on the road. I busied myself with work to fill the void I had from her absence. The phone calls and letters only did so much.

I tried to predict her off days and take off accordingly. It didn't always work but today, it worked perfectly so I'm just grateful.

When she was home, she spent a lot of time writing music and singing. It was a luxury for me because I'd get to hear that angelic voice of hers whenever she'd hum a little tune, trying to find a melody.

"Robyn," she said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Hm?" I replied, looking over at her. "You know that song by Marilyn McCoo & Billy Davis Jr.? The one we played in the library?"

I squinted my eyes as I thought for a second before snapping my finger. "Saving All My Love? What about it?"

"I got clearance to cover it but I want to know your thoughts. Listen." Whitney popped in a tape and sat back down as the instrumental kicked in.

The way she singed made me feel extremely connected, as if she were singing it to me. Her voice was so intimate and soft, yet powerful. I think of it as a potion.

I was speechless. If I were to speak, my voice would inevitably crack.

"Damn, velvet smooth. Your voice will always blow my mind. I love this track. Please tell me it's going on the album," I said, really hoping that this song would make the cut. Whitney had scrapped so many jewels so far from this album.

"This one is surely going on the album, thanks to you. The album is almost done, I promise."

I smiled, leaning on my forearm. "Uh huh. It better be or I'm going to have to lay some paws on Jermaine Jackson." Whitney smacked me with her pillow, laughing.

"You not gon' do nothing. What are you doing for the rest of the day?" She asked. It was only 2 in the afternoon and I didn't have work tomorrow so I was free for at least 24 hours.

"Didn't plan on doing anything. I'm so used to working so it's weird not working."

Whit shook her head, getting up and pulling me with her. "That's not going to fly. Let's go walking."

Leave it to Whit to find joy in the simple things. It was her most appreciated quality. She wasn't one to be quick on spending money.