"Look I need to go damage control with her." He looks at me questioningly. "Were you here to get tatted?"
"No man. I wanted to get with you and the guys for a little business meeting on something, but I need to talk to everyone about it."
"Okay cool. What time and where?" He says as we walk towards the parking lot where my Jeep is and his... new car?
"Holy fuck, tell me you bought that and I can drive it sometime in the near future?" I say as I take in the1968 Cuda Hemisitting sideways in three spots in the lot, effectively ensuring nothing could touch it.
"Yeah, I got it earlier from a restoration lot I found a few months back. Couldn’t pass it by." He says, and talks about it and all the bells and whistles with a devotion usually reserved for the passion of career, family and love.
For Noah, it was all those things and muscle cars.
I whistle low and walk around it, taking in the sheer power and beauty of this beast. "Very fuckin nice."
He gets in to rev the engine a few times and, hand to God, I got hard. "Bright know yet?"
He laughs and shrugs. "Dude I just bought her a house, I can have another car."
I laugh and it reminds me that I have yet to see the new digs. "I need to come check it out. Maybe we meet there tonight around seven or so?"
We agree and I watch, depressed as hell as he tears from the lot in such a beautiful prize. I am predictable in life and have driven a Jeep, bad ass fully loaded and customized with the lift and tires, lamps... but it has always been a Jeep, since I was sixteen and my parents bought me a wrangler from a guy at my dad's work.
I own one car, still live in the first house I bought when we made it big. Maybe change is what I need to get my head straight. I have thought a lot over the last year on moving and selling my house. Too many memories of a different life in that house. Until Jenny that one time, I only ever took one woman to bed there.
I brush the reminder of loneliness from my mind and try to focus on the few songs and artists I found to help me hone in on what the plan of attack is for this collaboration. I am not a hip hop or R&B fan. I cannot stand country, but I respect all music and can enjoy it from time to time if it is done right.
I listen to Broken by Everlast, so not compatible to my voice, but you can feel the hard edge of Rock as it blends with that hip hop vibe. Something is still off though and I can’t put my finger on it. Then it hits me, I know who loves that hip hop, pop and rap shit is Bright and Raleigh.
Suddenly I feel more relaxed when I know that I can explain to them all what I want to do to blend her soul to my edge, but like clockwork I feel the anxiety come on tenfold as I ask myself if this is the right thing. Attempting to do something I know nothing about.
I truly am a creature of habit and predictable as fuck.
I make the split decision as I pass a dealership, flip a bitch and change my patterns and maybe the course of my fate then and there.