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Authors: Tiana Laveen
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“There will always be someone better than each and every one of us, but we’ve got pure talent, pure determination, and pure cohesion! That’s what makes this band work. That’s why we’re called Pure Grit! I’ve been friends with these fuckers since 8 th grade, got to know Javier well in the 9 th , been in the band since sophomore year, became best friends with your cousin at that same damn time—and you just came up in this shit, a damn sympathy vote because you wanted to have groupies, play for crowds, shit like that! Your heart ain’t in this… and that’s wrong. You’re in it for all the wrong reasons. To make matters worse, there’s speculation that you are the one that’s holding us back!”
Miguel visibly swallowed as his complexion reddened.
“I was advised to get online, look some shit up… and I did. I suggest you do the same. Popular opinion ain’t always popular. Javier wanted someone better, but he loves you, and he was torn. I told him you were family, man, and he needed to work it out. I ain’t got no damn family! They’re dead!” He picked up a chair and threw the damn thing across the room, making a loud banging noise as it hit the wall. “All I got is my grandfather, and you already know what’s going down with him. I’m hangin’ on by a thread and then you have the nerve , the goddamn audacity, to act like I was on some sneaky, ill shit?! Really, dog?! Y’all are all I got ! Fucking you over is like fucking me over, too !
“Family is important, man. You don’t do family like that unless they leave you no choice. I told him to work with you, that you’d get better as long as you kept at it. I even suggested that Mike work with you, hands on. Mike is busy; he works three jobs and has a couple of kids to support.” Mike looked up at him lazily, nodded, and went back to surfing the Internet on his phone. “You’ve been talking shit all this time, not realizing that you were the real focus of the animosity. So before you try to step to me, thinking you’re bringing breaking news, you better take your ass to the john and look in the goddamn mirror first… I have a stepstool if you need to borrow it so you can see clearly in that mothafucka.”
Flip looked away, as if the scene proved all too painful to watch, but the truth was the damn truth. Zenith had lost his parents, his high school buddy, and possibly the band that was more like a group of brothers than anything else…
“I can’t hate you, Miguel. You can’t help it.”
“I don’t care if you like me or not,” the man mumbled, maintaining a shaky grip to bravery.
Zenith sighed and shook his head. “You’re just sad, man. It must be hard to be you. I feel sorry for you… Javier and I are like brothers. This isn’t easy for me. You’ve always been jealous of our relationship and are probably pleased as hell that he’s mad at me right now. He and I have never gotten into it like this, ever! Regardless, I’m going to do this shit, give it my all. Hope I make it, but I believe God has a plan for me either way, Miguel. One way or another, things are going to work out. They are being set up in my favor; things are happening, they are changing, the wind is blowing in a new direction. This may or may not be that doorway, I have no idea, but something is coming, and something is coming soon, and I’m taking all of these mothafuckas with me.” He waved his finger around the room. “Except one … and I bet you can guess who that is…”
And then he walked the hell out, slamming the door behind him…
Chapter Five
“W hat?!” Silver looked at Zenith as if he were crazy, and perhaps he was. There he stood, his leather jacket on, a dark violet hoodie beneath that, and an inexplicable madness in his coal black eyes.
“Come on, just throw some shit in a duffle bag and let’s go.” The man pushed past her, making himself at home.
“Zenith, I have to go to work!” She
“There will always be someone better than each and every one of us, but we’ve got pure talent, pure determination, and pure cohesion! That’s what makes this band work. That’s why we’re called Pure Grit! I’ve been friends with these fuckers since 8 th grade, got to know Javier well in the 9 th , been in the band since sophomore year, became best friends with your cousin at that same damn time—and you just came up in this shit, a damn sympathy vote because you wanted to have groupies, play for crowds, shit like that! Your heart ain’t in this… and that’s wrong. You’re in it for all the wrong reasons. To make matters worse, there’s speculation that you are the one that’s holding us back!”
Miguel visibly swallowed as his complexion reddened.
“I was advised to get online, look some shit up… and I did. I suggest you do the same. Popular opinion ain’t always popular. Javier wanted someone better, but he loves you, and he was torn. I told him you were family, man, and he needed to work it out. I ain’t got no damn family! They’re dead!” He picked up a chair and threw the damn thing across the room, making a loud banging noise as it hit the wall. “All I got is my grandfather, and you already know what’s going down with him. I’m hangin’ on by a thread and then you have the nerve , the goddamn audacity, to act like I was on some sneaky, ill shit?! Really, dog?! Y’all are all I got ! Fucking you over is like fucking me over, too !
“Family is important, man. You don’t do family like that unless they leave you no choice. I told him to work with you, that you’d get better as long as you kept at it. I even suggested that Mike work with you, hands on. Mike is busy; he works three jobs and has a couple of kids to support.” Mike looked up at him lazily, nodded, and went back to surfing the Internet on his phone. “You’ve been talking shit all this time, not realizing that you were the real focus of the animosity. So before you try to step to me, thinking you’re bringing breaking news, you better take your ass to the john and look in the goddamn mirror first… I have a stepstool if you need to borrow it so you can see clearly in that mothafucka.”
Flip looked away, as if the scene proved all too painful to watch, but the truth was the damn truth. Zenith had lost his parents, his high school buddy, and possibly the band that was more like a group of brothers than anything else…
“I can’t hate you, Miguel. You can’t help it.”
“I don’t care if you like me or not,” the man mumbled, maintaining a shaky grip to bravery.
Zenith sighed and shook his head. “You’re just sad, man. It must be hard to be you. I feel sorry for you… Javier and I are like brothers. This isn’t easy for me. You’ve always been jealous of our relationship and are probably pleased as hell that he’s mad at me right now. He and I have never gotten into it like this, ever! Regardless, I’m going to do this shit, give it my all. Hope I make it, but I believe God has a plan for me either way, Miguel. One way or another, things are going to work out. They are being set up in my favor; things are happening, they are changing, the wind is blowing in a new direction. This may or may not be that doorway, I have no idea, but something is coming, and something is coming soon, and I’m taking all of these mothafuckas with me.” He waved his finger around the room. “Except one … and I bet you can guess who that is…”
And then he walked the hell out, slamming the door behind him…
Chapter Five
“W hat?!” Silver looked at Zenith as if he were crazy, and perhaps he was. There he stood, his leather jacket on, a dark violet hoodie beneath that, and an inexplicable madness in his coal black eyes.
“Come on, just throw some shit in a duffle bag and let’s go.” The man pushed past her, making himself at home.
“Zenith, I have to go to work!” She
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