The Rhythm of Blues by Love Belvin

Author:Love Belvin [Belvin, Love]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MKT Publishing
Published: 2017-11-29T18:30:00+00:00

“Now take the keys out and let the drum and bass stay,” I told Gary. He clicked a few switches and turned a knob. “A’ight. Now play it back.”

He did, and as the rhythmic vocals poured through, my phone lighting up at the lip of the mixing board caught my attention. I used my hand to slice my neck and Gary killed the volume.

“Yo,” I answered.

“What it do, buzzin?”

“Ain’t nothing, Young.” I sat back in my seat. “Whaddup with you?”

“Handling mine. Just got off a conference with the team. We ‘bout to do something epic.”

“L.I.T. Music? Word?”

“Been tryna tell ya ass to come over to the L.I.T. team,” he warned and I laughed at the double entendre.

I still wasn’t with the idea of leaving my current label only to be a slave for a new one.

“What y’all got going on over there?”

“I finally got Hunter with a boot camp idea.”

“Word? Tell me more.” I stretched back in my seat, rocking it.

“We snatching new, unsigned, and talented pens and producers across the globe—about fifteen of them—and throwing them into a L.I.T. University type of setup. We gone give them the tools and know-how of track making from concept to publishing. Those that finish the three-week program will be offered a deal with the label.”

“Exclusive?”

“Yup. Something like a two year. He got legal working it out. But the advantage is being taught for those three weeks by the top in the industry. They’ll spend time with our top writers, producers, and engineers, honing their skills. We even got a few of our artists wanting to contribute to the curriculum. I’m gonna cover production for a few days.”

“Word?” I smiled, teasing, “I could get three days under the tutelage of one Young Lord?”

“Fuck outta here, nigga.” Young laughed. I was teasing him, but Young had been ranking lately. He was now a L.I.T. executive, making boss moves. I was mad proud of him. “Nah, but for real. You know we just signed a few new artists, and shit. Even got a new male group. They gone be the new 112…Boyz II Men. Feel me on that. You heard of B City?”

“Yeah. The kids out of Newark.” Well, one was not. The lead singer, Teke, was from Cranford. I used to play the keys and guitar with his older brother, Sean.

“Oh, right. Lil Teke said he gone be the next Ragee.” He laughed at that. “Dude straight introduced himself like that when we met them last summer.”

Even though there was nothing foul about his humor, I didn’t find it funny. Teke was a talented singer and musician—he, too, played piano, guitar, and drums—but he had a jealous and arrogant aura to him. I was sure women in general thought he was a good looking kid, but dude sold his green eyes and light skin along with the gift of music. Sean would get into fights with him over the instruments they shared when I’d come over to practice with him and his crew. He was a damn cry baby, too.

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