Jordanne's POV:
It's a typical Monday afternoon. Terry just left and everybody weh did a clutch from last week has moved to the entertainment house next door.
I have two virtual meetings for the entire day.
*Empty day basically*
Ry' sent Starbursts.
*It's a good day, we hear yuh*
I smile from my own thoughts– fingers running across the keyboard.
Couldn't tell yuh what it is 'bout music but a supm me love. How am I just now learning that it's a much better avenue of escape than random p*ssy and liquor?
*Nuh know*
I don't have the first clue.
Creating and or recreating beats are becoming my go to these days...
...Especially after Terry digs at me during each session.
*Nuh like dah lady deh more while*
You...
Me good wid her.
"Yah hear me Danne?" Ramone's voice cuts through the sound of the keys.
I look up at him, with eyes forcing him to speak his peace.
"Yuh shoulda take it serious from prep days" he seems to be mentioning the piano ting.
I chuckle.
"Finger dem a fi diffrent tings" I laugh, lightly touching the keys for a softer sound.
He laughs but it doesn't reach his eyes.
*Wah do dis yah man yah now?*
Everybody cya have problems one time yo...
I stop playing completely, just to ask.
The skull been deh yah fimi, from the start a this whole... intensive therapy thing, so the least I can do is return the favor if him look even slightly out of it.
"Yuh good?" are the words I use to check in.
He nods, shoving his hand into the pack of Starbursts before removing two...
The man deven woulda go one killa.
Two...
*Know why Dr.Bryan have we pon a schedule. Man teeth them cya stop drown ina sugar?*
Drink enough water and eat healthy enough...
That sh*t cancel.
"Ramone?" I press for him to tell mi weh him mind a rest pon.... all while pulling the bag away from him.
Nahgo just done my things so killa.
*Jordanne, bredda lol*
"Ever think 'bout a next life?" he starts.
Daily...
Twice daily..... maybe three time tuh.
"Like one weh perfect.. and mi nah talk 'bout the violence... just that things woulda always smooth?" he continues.
Every minute of everyday bad man.
*No joke*
"Mhmm" I mumble in agreement.
"Ah just dat a rest pah me mind..." he trails off, reaching for the bag again....
But it nuh dideh...
