Just breathe, remember to breathe…

-microphone-clipart-6Only 7 more days until the release of “What You Won’t Do For Love.”  Here’s a short excerpt from the chapter entitled, “Just breathe, remember to breathe.”    Post your thoughts…

…Trey’s voice enveloped the microphone like velvet. In the evenings he took control of the airwaves. From nine pm to five in the morning, he carried listeners through the graveyard shift by playing a mixture of Old School, R & B and Jazz. In between music he took calls on important topics, mostly relating to love. At that time of night, it seemed to always be the popular topic for his listeners. He had a dedicated array of followers who called in to voice their thoughts and opinions. He leaned in close to the microphone, speaking over Marvin Gaye’s, “I Want You” as it played in the background.

“If you’re out there, call me up” he whispered in the microphone.

He clicked the “in line” button and winked at his engineer who shook his head at him from the other side of the glass. Trey put his headphones down, leaned back in his chair and listened to the smooth sounds of Marvin Gaye flow through the sound booth and the station. He loved his job; working at WDAS was the best thing that ever happened to him. He had been here for five years, moving from North Carolina, where he was once the infamous voice of weather at one of the local stations. He wanted to be in the hubbub of a great city with a love for great music. Virginia was definitely the spot. It was midway between the big cities and the Bible belt. Home to many great performers and the best Jazz and R&B Festivals, besides the Essence Festival in New Orleans. Trey loved it here… music was his passion.

Trey could sit in the studio all day and night and just play music. He knew it soothed others, but it also had a therapeutic effect on him. Playing just the right combination of songs at the right time, man… He closed his eyes and let Marvin take him away…just for a minute. He needed to clear his head; too much was going on in his life right now. As the song came to an end, he sat up to check his call board, several lights were flashing. He pressed a button while putting the next song in cue.

“You’re on the midnight ride…talk to me.”

“Yo, Trey, this Craig, what’s going on? Hey man I’m just calling to say, you’re doing your thing tonight. Playing all the ole school jams, you’re really taking me back,” he laughed.

“That’s what I do, that’s what I do. Thanks for the love Craig, I know you out there working hard. Tell everyone I said what’s up on the graveyard shift over there at Hewett’s.”

“For sure, for sure, they listening, they checking you out. I got a question?”

“Cool” Trey said “What’s up?”

“Man, I’m trying to get an understanding of what these women want. You know man, I work, and I think I’m a pretty decent guy” he laughed. “A brotha’ trying to do something with my life, but then every woman I run up on, want a thug or something I guess?”

Trey laughed.

“Trey, I’m really beginning to think these women ain’t looking for a good man to treat em’ right. I’ve been dating this chick, we been kicking it for a while….couple months. Then the other day she tells me, I’m too good for her.  I’m like TOO GOOD FOR YOU? HUH?”

“Yeah man?” Trey laughed. “Wow, I’ve heard that one before myself.”

“Yo Trey, what’s too good mean? I mean, wouldn’t you want a good man? Not someone beating you up every night or cheating on you? Laying up on your couch smoking weed while you at the job?”  He laughed. “Maybe one of these ladies can call in and tell me what the heck, “You too good for me” mean and what is a man suppose to think or do after he hear that one?  Is he supposed to lower himself to some thug mentality?  I’m just saying?”

Trey chuckled, “Craig, I’m with you on that one, I feel ya’ dawg.”

“Just wanted to get some feedback man…I’mma holla’ though.’ Keep doing your thing!”

“For sure, thanks for calling in Craig” Trey clicked the line.

“Well, you heard my man, he asked a poignant question. One I’d really like to know myself! Call in if you got some answers.”

Trey laughed, “Wow….women, that’s all I can say. Sometimes I wonder if that’s a woman’s way of saying, “You’re moving too fast and I’m just not ready. Or maybe women are just scared of a good man and the responsibilities that come along with it…like being a good woman.”

Trey clicked the audio and Norah Jones’s, “Come Away With Me”, flowed through the speakers.

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7 thoughts on “Just breathe, remember to breathe…

  1. Colette "Tequila Alize" Jones says:

    I can’t wait to read the entire novel instead of chewing on this snippet sis.. Best wishes to you Purple Rain. I am so proud of you and all of your endeavors.

    • Saleena Buckner says:

      So I begin to read this snippet and as I was introduced to Trey, I am reeled in by his character. I keep reading as I now feel as though I’m watching a movie as this story unfolds. Then….BOOM!!!….I keep scrolling and I’m at the end. Boooo Boooo, I think to myself! I want to read more!!!!! LoL…..This is awesome sis. I can’t wait to be one of the first to read it.

      What a gift!!! When does class start???? Hmmmmm….Stay Tuned you say? Ok, I will.

  2. saleena1 says:

    So I begin to read and I as I was introduced to Trey, I am reeled in by his character. I keep reading as I now feel as though I’m watching a movie as this story unfolds. Then….BOOM!!!….I keep scrolling and I’m at the end. Boooo Boooo, I think to myself! I want more!!!!! LoL…..This is awesome sis. I can’t wait to be one of the first to read it.

    What a gift???? When does class start???? Hmmmmm….Stay Tuned you say for start dates? Okay, I will.

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