' 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗜𝗡 ' › D. SWING

06.

Ever since Donald had made it back to Charolette, Mary Jane had been showing up to the studio, trying to ease her way back into his life after he had broken up with her since she told him he was worthless and hung up on him when he called her from Minneapolis for help. She deserved it. I didn't feel sorry for her. We all ended up finding out that she had been cheating on him with some older man that was friends with her dad, which is disgusting but whatever. I knew she was a hoe when I founded out that her sister was one. Hoes always flock together.

"Alright, so about this name...", Dalvin started, trailing off. They had been trying to come up with a name for the group for about an hour and still haven't gotten anywhere.

"What about Brotha?", JoJo suggested.

K-Ci's reaction was priceless as he leaned back in his chair looking at JoJo in disbelief, "Are you high? What we look like? The Jackson 5?"

Laughing, I shook my head while I sat next to Donald in front of the soundboard, glancing over at him occasionally. His smile was so contagious, I hadn't even realized that I was still smiling though five minutes had passed since K-Ci said anything. Catching me looking at him, he grins shyly and turns his head, pretending to adjust the notches though he wasn't recording anything.

"What you think, D?", JoJo inquired as K-Ci and Dalvin looked over in his direction, awaiting for his input.

He sat up in his chair and leaned onto his right elbow which was propped on the arm rest while swinging the rolling chair around to face the guys. "Well, I was actually planning on changing my name."

"To what? Al B. Homeless?", K-Ci said and laughed shortly after along with JoJo and Dalvin. I pressed my lips in a thin line in attempt to conceal my amusement, looking down at my lap.

Donald chuckled, embarrassed before answering his question, "No, and chill on my nigga Al, alright? He's supposed to be helping me with a song for our demo in exchange of me working on his second album." He shook his head, "Anyway, I was thinking about changing my name to DeVante."

All of the guys looked at each other with confusion, trying to see how he came up with the name DeVante. To be honest, so was I.

Before anyone could say anything else, Donald's beeper started going off. He sighed and got up from the chair, walking over to the phone that was hanging up on the wall near the door and started dialing whatever number had paged him.

Dalvin looked at me, mouthing 'Who is that?' I just shrugged my shoulders since I wasn't able to get a good visual of the number.

"Why you keep fuckin' with me?", Donald asked in frustration. "We not gettin' back together, alright? You blew it and quite frankly, you ain't the best lookin' thing in the world so I don't know why you thinkin' I'm supposed to crawl back to you after what you did—Shut the fuck up, man. I know you hear me talkin'." I had never heard him speak to anybody like that before. He had to be talking to Mary Jane. "I'm ugly? Bitch, your head must be clouded with sperm from all the dicks you be suckin'." My jaw dropped as the rest of the guys burst into laughter, all watching Donald as he held the phone to his ear, still going off on her. I was speechless. He pulled the phone from his ear, glancing over at Dalvin who was still laughing, "I ain't about to take this bullshit no more."

Dalvin got up from his chair, heading over to where Donald stood and held out his hand, "Let me talk to her." Once he got the phone, he placed it to her ear, listening as Mary Jane yelled on the other end. "Ay, ay. This is Dalvin. What's your problem? Why you keep callin' my brother?", he asked, trying not to laugh. He had to be the goofiest person I've ever met. "The song your sister was on? Man, Sue can't even sing anyw—Nigga, what?" He furrowed his eyebrows, covering the mouth area of the phone, "She said she wants her sororities for the song her sister did. This bitch is stupid." JoJo and K-Ci were cracking up, holding their stomachs as they just sat back and watched everything unfold. Sororities. Isn't it called Royalties? I pressed my fist against my lips, holding my laugh as I tried to gather all that was going on. Donald chimed in, telling Dalvin what to say. "Look, since it's such a big deal, we just gon' take her off the song completely and make the track over. Now, stop callin' before I file a police report on your crazy ass", Dalvin said and hung up the phone. He walked back to his seat mocking Sue in a high-pitched voice, "I want my damn sororities, Dalvin!" We all laughed while Donald returned to his chair, leaning back and spinning around a couple of times.