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07.

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a life without a drum is no fun,
a hundred plus shots, one gun

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CHAPTER SEVEN,
OMNISCIENT POV.

the group—all but stokeley—sat around the relatively small table on the platform, watching symere finish setting up the cameras on the ledge. once done with that, he opened up his laptop and made sure all four were connected to it, giving them all a view of every corner of the warehouse.

the point of the whole thing, according to symere, was to make a mock-track, to test the fifteen second window they had. because of course he couldn't take any chances and had to make sure everything was going to go according to plan.

lucky for them, cash had an empty warehouse for whatever reason, which they didn't even bother to question him about because well, it was cash. all it took was a little convincing from isaiah for him to let them use it for the time being.

"okay stoke," symere yelled out to him, leaning over the ledge to look at the black chevelle he was sitting in at the entrance. "give it your best shot."

as soon as he was given the cue, stokeley took off, stepping his foot down on the gas pedal. the sound of tire burning could be heard throughout the warehouse as he turned the corner, shifting the gears.

he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, turning the wheel quickly as he approached another corner, making smoke cloud up at the rear end of the car. once he'd made a full lap around and the boys came into view again, he hit the breaks, leaving the car in neutral.

"how was that?" stokeley questioned the boys as he got out of the car.

"camera got you," jahseh answered, watching as he came up the steps.

"what?"

"yeah, it still caught you," symere said, focused on the view in his laptop, a small frown on his face.

"damn, i was milking the fuck out of it," stokeley muttered, quickly making his way down the stairs again and getting back into the car. "let's go again."

after another lap around and failed attempt from stokeley, all the other boys decided to give it a shot. jahseh, tyler, and jordan came pretty close, just like him, but the cameras caught them all too.

symere watched closely on the screen as rocky turned the corner, going full speed. "come on."

right when he was making it back around, he pushed his foot too hard down on the gas, not turning in time and scraping the car against one of the pillars. symere winced when he heard he screeching noise from the car as it came to a full halt. the other boys though, burst out laughing at rocky's driving skills.

"shit."

tyler cackled, yelling over at the eldest, "see this exactly why your ass shouldn't be driving! at all!"

"shut up, t." rocky grumbled as he got out of the car, going back up the steps.

symere giggled as the boys continued to clown on rocky, looking over at isaiah. "okay zay, you're up."