awhile .
He listened to a couple of voice messages then called Denise.
“I thought you ran away and forgot all about me,” she said after answering the phone.
“I couldn’t forget about you even if I tried. I called myself taking a quick nap, but slept longer than I anticipated. Roe woke me up banging on the door.”
“Roe? I thought he was in Florida.”
“Whatever he was working on must not have fallen through so he came back to New York. How was the rest of your day?”
“It was well. Everyone was appreciative of the gift cards and lunch. I left a lot of food at the office and told facilities they could either take it home or I’d have Keith take it to the shelter.”
“That’s a good idea. Well, I can’t wait to get home to you tomorrow. I miss you.”
“Awe, I miss you, too. When you get home we need to meet. We need to discuss our next moves and we still have to reschedule with the producer.”
“Okay, love. As soon as I get home we can sit down and go over all of that.”
“Ugh,” Roe grunted.
“Nigga, run the water!” DJ yelled.
“Who are you talking to?” Denise asked.
“Roe’s in there tearing up my bathroom. Dang!”
Denise laughed. “Well, I’m going to let you go. I’m looking over the menu and invoices for the party and I was on a roll. Will you call me when you and Roe finish?”
“Of course I will. Denise…”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“I love you more,” she smiled.
“Whew! Man, that was rough,” Roe admitted as he walked down the hallway and into the living room.
“Dude, you need to step outside and air out for about two minutes.”
Roe laughed.
“Roe, I’m serious.”
“Aw, man, you’re tripping.”
Roe opened the door and stepped into the hallway. A couple of minutes later he re-entered.
“You happy?”
“Yep. Even though you probably could’ve stayed out there a few minutes longer.”
“Man, whatever,” Roe sighed.
“So, what you got for me?”
“ Dude, I’ve been waiting all week for you to get in town. I think I’m ready to release my single.”
“Cool. Let me hear it.”
“Which one?”
“ What?”
“Which single you wanna check out? I have five.”
“Roe, come on now. A single is just that…one. How do you have five singles?”
“I wasn’t sure which one I wanted to release.”
“You want to release the one that’s going to get you to the top of the charts.”
“Okay. That could be all five.”
“I don’t believe you,” DJ laughed.
“What? I’m serious. They’re all tight lyrically and the beats, well, you produced those so they’re fire too.”
DJ nodded.
“Okay, here’s what I’m going to do. Since they’re all number one singles why don’t we put the titles in a hat and draw one to push to the labels?”
“I mean that’s cool, but…”
“But what? You just said they’re all tight with fire beats, right?”
Roe ran his hand across his head.
“Yeah, but…”
“No but’s Roe. You have all the tracks on your flash drive?”
Roe reached in his backpack and pulled out the drive handing it to DJ.
“We’re going to sit here and go track by track, choosing the one that will appeal to the listeners. For the record, you don’t need f ive singles. You only need one,” DJ explained as he inserted the flash drive into his computer. “Here we go.”
They listened to the tracks one by one. When they were finished DJ ejected the drive and sat it on the desk.
“So?”
“I apologize. You were right. They’re all fire.”
“I told you!”
“But you still only need one. You’ve got your work cut out for you.”
“That’s how it is? You leave me to do this by myself? Black folk I swear.”
They laughed.
DJ’s phone began to ring and he looked at the display and held up one finger.
“Hello?”
“DJ,” he dragged. “It’s Belma. How’s it going?”
“Hey, long time no talk