03 Jul Chapter 10: Peaceful (Unedited)

There was benevolence in the sand at the seashore on this particular day. Ted was walking towards the sand/tide horizon where he saw a man sitting.

Ted takes a seat next to the man, “Top of the morning to you Tim.”

Tim looks over and with sincerity says, “Top of the morning to you too, Ted.”

Tim takes a few puffs of his cigar then continues, “It’s been a few months since we last spoke… I was wondering what happened to you.”

Ted chuckles, “You know how it is. You’re busy, I’m busy, and we all get a little busy sometimes.”

Tim replies, “That is certainly the truth. What brings you here Ted?”

Ted articulates his tone, “Well… to be honest, I took some time to thoroughly think about a peaceful proposition to present to you.”

Tim has a sense of intrigue in his tone, “Ah yeah? And what is that exactly?”

Ted reaches into his pocket and pulls out a revolver. He hands it to Tim and says, “This is yours. Its got three bullets left in it.”

Tim has a confused tone, “What do you mean this is mine? You and I both know that this would never work on you.”

Ted adds reassurance to his tone, “This is a special type of revolver Tim… and you can use it on me whenever you’d like.”

Tim adds contemplation to his tone, “So, basically what you’re saying is…”

Ted nods, “Yes, Tim. You have the ultimate power over me. So, do we have a deal?”

Tim stands up, points the revolver to Ted’s forehead and with a slightly menaced tone says, “Looks like you’ve got yourself a deal, Ted.”

—

Jay and Jane were at their monthly therapy visit.

Jane was speaking to the Therapist; “He just comes back all hours of the night… drunker than a whole keg. I just-“

Jay quickly responds, “I’ve been working on writing! And also how come every time we have to go to a therapy meeting you get all dressed up like this. You know what I like, I don’t get it.”

The therapist adds a forced concern to his tone, “So… what you’re saying is that you only like her when she dresses like this?”

Jane adds in, “Yeah, so you only like me when I look like this?”

Jay sighs, “No. That’s not what I’m saying.” Looks down, “Let’s just continue.”

Jane adds some pulp to her tone, “Yeah… working on writing alright.” She pulls out a few pieces of paper with handwriting on them, “You mean like these?”

The therapist slowly looks at Jay then back to Jane, “What are those Jane?”

Jane adds sass to her tone, “Oh, they’re just his little writings. Maybe I should read some of them out… actually –“ she does the same head tilt with the hair flow and looks at Jay, “Why don’t you read these little gems out?”

Jay, feeling slightly embarrassed, “Please Jane. I really don’t want to…and if they’re so bad why did you bring them to my attention this morning wearing nothing but lingerie?”

Jane crosses her arms in an un-amused fashion.

Jay sighs again, “Fine.” He grabs the papers from Jane and adds monotone to his voice,

“I treat your woman like she should have my little babies,
I treat my woman like I’m putting miles on a Mercedes.”

Jay stops for a second and looks up to see the therapist with a horrified expression. Jay looks over at Jane and in plea, “Jane. Please.”

Jane looks at Jay then looks back at the therapist like she couldn’t wait to say something, “Oh. Just wait. There’s more.”

Jay gives off a deep breath, then continues in monotone,
(*this should maybe be taken out)

“I treat your woman like there ain’t no gravity,
Or I treat her mouth until its overly saturated,
Then I treat my woman until we’re under the blankets,
And she gives me something warm,
Or until she’s on my stomach,
Watching my thing morph.”

There’s an awkward silence for two or three minutes as they watch the therapist write something down, apparently faster than he can think.

He looks up and says to them, “This is very concerning Jane. It looks like I’m going to have to schedule you both for more frequent visits. Should I charge the same Visa?”

—

Later that day, Jay was walking to go meet with Botin; he had some samples from the book he was writing to show him.

He stops into the local bistro to get a sandwich and on his way out he sees Littea walking. She runs over to him and says, “Hey stranger.”

Jay smiles, “Hi Littea – how are you? How are things with Pierre?”

She adds some dramatics to her tone, “It’s amazing. He’s the love of my life.”

Jay responds, “Really?”

They continue walking and chatting.

Littea looks at Jay and says, “No. I’m just kidding. He’s just a friend of mine that asked me to be his date to that little meeting with… what’s her name again? Anyways, I just wanted to see if you cared.”

Jay responds with a confused tone, “Cared?”

With an embellishment of theatrics Littea cups her hands, blinks her eyelids multiple times while saying with an animated tone, “So dreamy… he DOES care.”

Jay chuckles, “Well, I’ve come to realize that you just behave this way to try and make me laugh – it usually works.”

Littea points at a nearby grassed area, “So… should we just do it real quick under that tree or?”

Jay refocuses his tone, “Littea.”

They both laugh for a few moments but then Littea adds seriousness to her tone, “Look – let me just be upfront with you…”

Jay responds, “Yeah?”

Littea with sincerity, “The love… it’s just too deep. It just got too deep.”

Jay yet again confused, “Too deep? What do you mean? I didn’t do anything…”

She stops them both, turns to him, stands on her toes and whispers in his ear softly, “Exactly.”

She reaches into his pockets and grabbed some of his writings and quickly darted off while saying, “I’ll see you again soon!”

—

Meanwhile… 2 witty and Mona were chatting it up on two swivel chairs inside the mixing area of a recording studio.

Mona is articulating her interest with her tone, “I like what y’all are doing here, I like what y’all got going on. It’s different. It’s cool. It’s refreshing; it’s got a great vibe. I’m down with it.”

2 responds with a ponderous tone, “So… what exactly is it that you’re trying to do? What are your goals?”

Mona firmly responds, “I’m just trying to make music. I’ve been in love with music my entire life.”

2 acknowledges with a wise expression, then gets up, walks to the window and stares outside for a few minutes.
He then walks back and sits down in his chair again, looks at Mona and says, “What is it about music that you love?”

Mona adds a genuine toughness to her tone, “Because music is my life. It’s what I’ve been doing my entire life and I realized that it is what I do best. So, I figured, if I’m going to work hard at anything, it should be what I do best. And I don’t do anything better than this – it’s all I’ve known.”

2 closes his eyes for a few seconds, then leans in closer to Mona and with a sincere interest says, “No Mona. I can tell you’re very intelligent and probably could go off and do anything that you put your mind to.

What I want to know is why.

Why out of everything in the world that you could be, did you choose to want to become a music artist, an organizer of sound?”

Mona replies, “Why did you?”

2 responds almost instantly, “Because music was and still is… discipline, for me at least.”

Mona is slightly taken aback by the depth of the response. She draws a few doodles on the pages in front of her, then looks up and says, “Well. To answer your question…”

—

Jay was waiting for his taxi when he heard his phone ringing. It was Jane calling.

Jay: “Hey darling, what’s up?”
Jane: “Hey… I’m not going to be home for dinner tonight.”
Jay: “Why’s that?”
Jane: “This guy, Tim, stopped by my office today… said he might be interested in being a client of ours.”
Jay: “That’s fantastic Jane!”
Jane: “Yeah, so I’ve got to go meet with him later.”
Jay: “No worries… where does he work?”
Jane: “Um… I think he said Seahorse Enterprises”