Page 2 of Legend's Legacy
I headed to the back, where he indicated Regal was, but he called out to me and stopped me in my tracks. “Hey, baby girl, before you head in there, you want to sing back up on one of Regal’s songs?”
I glanced over my shoulder. “No thanks. I don’t think he wants that anyway.”
“Man, you need to get your singing ass in the studio. That nigga’s shit would take off if he had you on there.”
“I’m good on that. My voice may be my gift, but my passion is law,” I countered, laughing.
I could sing, but I only did it in the shower or while driving and cooking.
“A’ight.”
We headed down the hallway to the studio, with Josi complaining that her feet hurt. I pushed the door to the studio open and stopped in my tracks.
“The fuck!” I shouted.
“Oh shit,” Mauri murmured.
“Your future baby daddy got a new baby mama, Lacy,” Josi declared.
“Legacy, what you doing here, baby?” Regal asked, trying to push the woman’s head off his lap.
The woman glanced up at me, but she kept that neck bobbing all crooked with that tired ass wig on her head. I was tired of this same old shit. No matter what I would say or do, he would be back to the same thing tomorrow night or next week.
I turned in the doorway, and Mauri and Josi were right behind me. “Legacy! Baby, wait. I swear it ain’t what it looks like!” Regal shouted.
I removed my shoes and took off running. Josi and Mauri were on my heels. I wasn’t surprised that Josi’s drunk ass managed to keep up with us and get into the car. I didn’t want that sorry ass nigga following me and trying to explain a damn thing. It was always the same excuse, and there was no room in my life anymore for excuses and sorry asses.
By the time I jumped into my car and started it, he was just running to the door. I pulled out of that lot so fast that my tires squealed.
“Shit. Can a bitch get her seat belt on?” Josi asked in a panic.
“You’d better get that seat belt on while she’s driving,” Mauri advised from the back seat.
“We’re still going to Groove Theory?” Josi asked.
“Hell no. We’re going to Smoke ‘N’ Chill.”
“Oh snap. A bitch is mad,” Mauri stated from the back seat.
Smoke ‘N’Chill was a bar owned by Frost King. Unlike his bar Groove Theory, which was mostly co-ed, Smoke ‘N’ Chill was a man’s bar. Women weren’t prohibited from visiting like they were at The Smoke Hour, but more men usually hung out there to chill than women because of the smoking that was permitted and the sports lounge vibe. Tonight, that held truer than most nights.
On Saturday nights, everyone was at the hopping clubs. We had been at Smoke ‘N’ Chill for a little over an hour. I had turned my phone off as soon as Regal started blowing it up.
“Heffa, what was the point in coming here if all you’re going to do is sit and mope? You could’ve done that at home,” Mauri stated.
Josi had left us upon entering the bar. She found a man to kick it with no sooner than her feet hit the door. Mauri had been talking to two different men, but she had come back occasionally and checked on me. For the most part, I’d been sitting by myself. I had turned down three men who approached me.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Holla at one of these niggas hollering at you.”
“I wasn’t attracted to them.”
“Mm-hmm. Your ass ain’t attracted to nobody but that ugly ass nigga who is screwing other bitches every chance he gets.”
“That’s not true. I’ve been attracted to other men.”
“Name one other person you’ve found attractive since you met his ass. Just one,” she challenged. I struggled to answer that for a moment, until she shifted sideways, crossed her arms over her breasts, and declared, “I’ll wait.”
