****Durrell outfit in M/M. As well as video to Durrell's original song. I think it's best to watch the video of Durrell performing so you can get a taste of what his voice sounds like so you can kinda understand how talented he really is. Otherwise, you won't really know. It's short. Also, some of the song references are old school music. You might have to youtube it to get an idea of what they sound like."
AUGUST P.O.V. –
“Call him and see if this is the right address.”
“I texted the nigga twice. This is what he gave me.”
“August this can’t be it.”
Me and Stacy leaned forward looking thru the window at the sign on what looked like a mini-hospital. It read Montclare Senior Residence.
“This is a fucking nursing home.”
“The only way we gon find out is if we go inside and ask.”
“You know what, after this surprise lose my number. You guys and your drama stress me out. This relationship is between you two, not me.”
“You know you my side-chick. And if you wanna maintain your position, you do what I say.”
“Get out before I slap your black ass.” Stacy got out the car.
I turned off the car and we both walked in. An older African-American woman, she looked about 50, with micro-braids was seated at the front desk. She was turned around, with her back facing us watching television.
We stood there for a good minute waiting to see if she would turn around, but she didn’t. Stacy coughed loud, and the woman turned around.
“Sorry about. How may I help you?”
“Uh, we’re looking for a lounge called Marty’s. We were given this address, but we don’t know if it’s right.” I explained.
“Down the hall.”
“Down the what?” Stacy asked again, not believing what she just heard.
“Down the hall. In the senior lounge. You’ll see a big sign that says Marty’s. It was named after one of our residence that died. He started Juke Joint night.”
Stacy broke into laughter. “You’re kidding right?”
“Why would I be kidding?”
“You’re dead serious.” Stacy’s smile faded.
“You might enjoy it. Durrell the musician we have has opened up for everybody from Beyonce to what’s that rapper with the wife that looks like Miss Piggy?”
“TI?” I responded.
“Yeah. Him. He’s real talented. You should check him out. It’s not every day you get this close to a world class musician. Especially for free.”
“World class musician. This should be great. Right Stac?” I plastered on a fake smile.
“Right.” She gave a huge fake smile.
“Y’all enjoy yourselves. I’ll be done there right after Law and Order go off.”
We told her thank you and started down the hall.
“You owe me big time.” Stacy eyed me.
We looked up and saw a hand-written banner that said, Welcome To Marty’s.
We walked inside. It was a multi-purpose room, with a piano and mic stand sitting at the front. A long table with food and punch was against the wall by the door. And about ten circle tables with pink and white table cloths were spread throughout the room.
