IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES Book 2

The Wedding Part 1

****Wedding divided in two or three parts

Bridesmaid Dresses, Groomsmen and Aug and outdoor wedding in m/m****

Dear Munch,

My heart physically hurts as I write this letter. I would give anything to be there to see you walk across that stage tomorrow. I know that you have worked tirelessly to be one of the best lawyers the world has ever seen. You should really hear me in this place. I brag about you all the time to the other inmates. They get so sick of me talking about you.

But I told them all about your graduation tomorrow, and trust me, you’ll have plenty of clients. People have been begging me to give them your number so they can contact you for legal services.

I told them, “she’s not working on anybody’s case until she gets me out.” And Munch I’m so confident that you will.

It’s a horrible thing to be locked away for a crime you didn’t commit. Just sitting here, rotting without the chance to ever see the light of day. And I haven’t seen you in so long, you’ve been up there in NOLA. I can’t wait till you come back to Georgia. Bring me some of that gumbo will ya?

I wish you could bring me the music too.  Man, there’s nothing like that New Orleans jazz. When I played with Earth, Wind and Fire, we would go to some of the jazz clubs down there and just have jam sessions. Just play whatever we felt. And the people would be dancing, while we were just vibing.

Just thinking about it is making me miss my music. I miss playing. The lights. The stage. I’ve been trying to tell your mother to call Maurice and see if they could get some footage from our live performance so you could see me in action playing. We taped everything so I’m sure they have footage of me somewhere.   Whether it be on stage or the tour bus. Rell had the privilege of actually going to a few of our shows, but you know, you were too young. I should’ve took you anyway, now that I think about it.

One day when you get me out of this hell-hole, I’ll teach you to play music just like I did Rell. Then we’ll all go on tour or something. That is when you find the time to take a break from your new legal career. I hope after all this time I can still play. Rell says once you play the music, you never lose it. I hope that’s true.

I don’t want to ramble on and make this letter too long, but I just want to tell you that I’m proud of you babygirl from the bottom of my heart and I’m  very sorry that I couldn’t be there.

It’s partially my fault. Maybe if I would’ve came straight home that night all this could’ve been avoided. I wouldn’t have seen that shooting, and I wouldn’t be back here. But now is not the time for regrets. It’s time for celebration. And today, tomorrow and forever I celebrate you Munch. Know that while I’m not there physically, as long as you have memory of me, I will be there with you in spirit.

Can’t wait to see you when you get back here for summer break.

Love always,

Your Prince

 

 It was no point in trying to fix my make-up that Chandra did so beautifully. It was totally ruined. Thoughts of my dad raced through my mind, and how I went to law school solely with the intent of using my skills to get him out, only for him to die on my law school graduation.

The echoes of my cries bounced from the walls, as I softly banged my head against the vanity desk. It broke my heart in two to know that my father couldn’t walk me down the aisle.