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June 2nd, 1990 Los Angeles 3:14 am
Donald
"Man look, I don't know about you, but I can't stay up any longer. Tomorrow we could wrap it up, but right now I need some sleep." Al says looking exhausted as ever. We've been up working on 'Stay' since eight trying to get the perfect sound. The sleepless nights never really bothered me, at least when it came to my music. "It's done." Satisfied with the final outcome, I sit on the black spinning chair waiting for Als response. "Lemme hear it." Al says, removing his self from the two slumped women sitting on each side of him.
Al made his way towards the soundboard, pressing play. His whole attitude changed. Listening to the soft beat, one hand rested on his sides while the other slightly tugged his chin hairs. He was almost as focused as me. "Yea De I think we just made a hit." Al says firmly gripping my shoulder, smiling. "It took us long enough." I snickered slightly, the music continues playing softly in the background.
"I'm finna head out and get some rest, you need to get some rest too we got a meeting at eleven tomorrow." He says, walking towards the two sleeping women on the couch, awakening them. "Ight, I'll see you in a minute.." Al says walking behind the two women just before pausing both in his tracks and his sentence. "Take care of my house." He continues, just before closing the door behind him. This nigga is still on that.
A couple of weeks ago, after hearing about 'Forever My Lady' success, we celebrated. Apparently it was too much and got kicked out of the hotel. Andre was pissed but soon got over it. Once we came to Los Angeles we had no where to stay. Andre didn't trust us in hotels anymore so he convinced Al into letting us stay at one of his houses in LA.
I glanced at the clock on the wall, checking the time. It read 3:48 am. I grabbed all of my things and made my way towards the door, closing the door shortly after.
I quietly make my way to my room, avoiding waking everyone. I kicked off my shoes before strolling towards my bed, sitting on the bed I remove my pager from my boxers before sitting it on the nightstand besides my bed. Before unbuckling my jeans and pulling them off, my shirt coming off soon after. I pulled the bedding back before laying in bed, drifting off to sleep soon after.
June 2nd, 1990 Los Angeles 9:00 am
My eyes fluttered open to the loud noise coming from downstairs. I know these niggas is not up this early making all that damn noise. Groaning, I slowly rise from bed, snatching the bedding off of me. As I make my way towards the kitchen I could hear faint yelling from the backyard. The smell of fire filled the house, but there was no fire. Not at least in the kitchen. I noticed the door that leads to the backyard is open, as I get closer the voices from outside became louder and recognizable.
