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A few weeks earlier, Adonis had gone into Q Productions to work on "Dreaming of You," the song that would become the biggest hit on the mainstream English-language album we were scheduled to release later that year. I was going to go with him, but on the same day, Abraham asked me to work with the lead singer in that rock band that he was trying to promote-the one I had been working with at our house when Adonis showed me how one of the songs I'd written for them should sound.
"Do you mind if I help out your dad instead of going to the studio with you?" I asked Adonis.
"No, that's fine, baby." Adonis said. "You go on ahead and do what you can with that untalented nigga, and I'll be right back." He gave me a hug and a kiss. "I love you," he said.
"I love you, too," I said.
I wish that I could say that I had some kind of premonition that my time with Adonis was rapidly drawing to an end, but I did not. I just went to work. But I'll always have regrets about what happened later that day.
I worked with the singer from Abraham's rock band in our home studio right through the afternoon and into the night. I had my cell phone set to vibrate on the mixing board; I was trying to mold this singer's vocals when the cell phone went off. It was Adonis.
"Hey, baby. What are you doing?" he asked.
"Still working," I said.
"You think you can get away real quick?"
"No, baby. I don't think so," I said.
"Please, Princess? Can't you just say you gotta go somewhere?" Adonis asked. "I really want you to come over to the studio so I can show you this track I just laid."
"I could...but we're finally making a little progress," I hedged. "I need to see this thing through just a little bit longer. Then maybe I can come by. Why? What's so important?"
"I just really want you to come hear this, baby." Adonis said. "It's that song I wrote, 'Dreaming of You.'"
I knew which song he was talking about, of course, but I hadn't paid much attention to the demo with the lyrics on it. I had no idea what the song was about. "I'll try," I said.
"Alright," he said. "I really want you to come over here and listen to what I did on this song."
Then we hung up. Later-much later, after it seemed like the world had ended and my heart was torn in two-I thought about that phone call. I like to imagine that Adonis was thinking of me when he recorded that vocal track. I think that's the truth, too, because Adonis had never before asked me to drop whatever I was doing to come hear something he was singing.
