(18+) These Three Words | A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 46: Up and Left

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January 10, 1999

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

"You keep me feenin', Californina dreamin', ever since I found out your name. And I-" I shut the record off because that's the part I needed her to redo. We're done.

"A'ight, Doc, I think that was a wrap. You killed that shit. That was hot," I nodded at her after we finished listening to her song together.

Kirby stood up, "so I can go now?" She asked me.

"Yeah," I nodded, standing up.

My problem has always been overworking people. I seem to forget that everyone doesn't operate the same as I do. When I'm in work mode, it's hard to get out of work mode. It's almost as if I'm hypnotized and need someone else to snap me out of it.

Kirby shook my hand, "thank GOD. This is early. I would usually be here all day and night."

"My bad- I'm sorry," I corrected myself. "Sometimes I forget. Look, just tell me when you're tired for the day. I don't want nobody's vocals coming out all choppy and shit because they tired and I ain't," I chuckled.

"Yeah, nigga... We be tired!" Mike said laughing. "We can't stay up all damn night and day."

"Like I said before, just tell me and I'll listen and ease up," I replied to him and everyone else. "Y'all can take y'all asses home and get some rest."

"Alight, BYE!" Kirby said excited and in a hurry to leave. She sure didn't waste more time because she practically ran out of the door.

"Hell must've frozen over. At least your ass won't be hot on the way down," Chris said laughing.

"I hate the fuckin' col- aye, that may be where YOU goin' in YOUR afterlife, but not De, nigga," I said cracking the hell up, no pun intended.

"Let me go before this nigga give us another task," Chris said dapping me up. "Bye, man."

"Bye," Mike dapped me up and the both of them left.

I plopped back down in my seat with a deep sigh. I'm staying because I got some song lyrics jotted down and a hell of a lot of beats saved on a tape. Most times I mentally hear a beat as I write, but with this particular song, I don't even know. I do have so many damn beats though. Once I find the beat, the tempo will just come to me. After doing that, tweaking some lyrics and beats with a few songs, I got up and headed to my office to grab my things. Sitting down in my chair, I leaned back and called my fiancée.

"Yes, Donald," Tia answered her cell phone.

"Why you answer the phone like that?" I asked her, chuckling.

"Elaborate for me, Donald."

"You spoke in a sultry voice like we in the bedroom or somethin'. What's up?"

"Nothin' much. Just... Out," Tia replied. "Out and about. I sound like myself, fiancé."

"Indeed you do, but you sound like you in the bedroom. Where are you?" I said biting the dead skin off my dry-ass lips.