Page 108 of Standing In The Sun

His voice cracked again.

“Now all I want to do is stand in that muthafucka. I even want to dance in it.”

The crowd roared.

“Y’all ever held the sun in your hands?” He lifted Kamari up gently, smiling through his tears. “Well I did…and I stillam.”

Ahvi broke beside him, face in his hoodie, crying into his side like he was safety.

Behind them, Luna wiped her face too. She missed her twin more than words could stretch—but when she looked at her nephew, she knew.

Big Lunar left them his dream.

The screens shifted then— home videos of the studio, flashes of Big Lunar laughing in black-and-white, Lunar and Noodle as kids in the booth, images of Kamari and candid shots of his family.

The beat dropped again.

Lunar wiped his face, holding Kamari tight, voice rising like thunder through the night sky. “Run that shit back! And I want y’all to rap this shit loud enough for my daddy to hear it!”

The opening chords of Forever 17 hit the speakers, and the crowd lost it. Again.

Smoke exploded. Lights rippled. And the whole family got loud.

“I been chasing your ghost since the day I could breathe,

Tryna live in your name, tryna follow your lead.

You ain’t get to grow, but you made sure they did,

Seventeen, but you carried three kids.

We chased galaxies, now I’m standing in the sun,

Its rays kissing me, whispering, “I love you, son.”

Never met you, but I feel you in my chest,

Every win that I get, man, I hope you feel blessed.”

Every voice in that field was raised. Screaming, sobbing, dancing, and laughing.

Lunar let Kamari stay in his arms the whole time, the mic in his other hand. Noodle came back for the hook, vocals so clean they cut through the emotion like lightning through clouds.

Ahvi stayed on stage too, arms around her son, wrapped in the man who changed everything.

When the last note hit and the lights dimmed low, the crowd chanted his name over and over. “Nar!”

He looked down at his family…his woman…his child…his dream.

Then he looked up, whispering two simple words that carried louder than the loudest chorus. “Thank you.”

And somehow, under a sky full of stars and sweat and stories, it felt like Big Lunar answered back.

The End.

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