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2025, August 27
12:00 Am
The hotel rooms light was dim — the lighting was a pinkish orange like color — and it didn't help that it was night time. Well, to be more specific, it was twelve Am, twelve Am and Kenyatta felt like he was about to rip his hair out! He was tired of working on the same exact song for three hours already, nonstop, no break. He was here at a rounded table, with no idea what lyrics to write, everything he thought of right now, was stupid. Or at least to him they were stupid.
While Kenyatta was doing that, Jordan was lying down on the bed, cigarette in between his lips, trying to find a lighter in his pockets. When he didn't find anything, he tried calling out to Ken, but the man was too busy doing, whatever he was doing.
Jordan gave up, and decided to just get up and go to him. “Ken,” the shorter male jumps in surprise from the call-out of his name, and a sudden hand on his shoulder. “Hey, you got a lighter?” Kenyatta shakes his head no, Jordan lets out a sigh of disappointment.
The tallers eyes fall onto whatever Ken was working on, “Ooh, what you working on?” He asks, while taking a seat on the chair next to Kenyatta, grabbing the piece of paper he was writing on, from him.
“I- uhm, it's — it's nothing, Jordan, I swear!” the former said, trying to grab the piece of paper from him, getting embarrassed. Jordan looks at the paper, trying to see what could be missing, or what more could be added.
Ken starts to get embarrassed, and hides his face in his hands, elbows on his knees. He starts to hear the taller man read out loud his lyrics. great, now Kens getting even more embarrassed.
“Well— I- DON'T JUST SAY IT OUT LOUD!” Ken shouted at him, not wanting to hear any of the jumbled up words he just put together.“Jordan, not paying attention to him, or maybe just ignoring his request, continues reading them out loud.
“Ken,” Ken starts to feel his face burn up hearing that the taller has stopped reading. “Ken, this is amazing!” Jordan tells him, reassuringly, before continuing, “It's just, its not long enough? how long is this son—”
“SHUT UP JORDAN! YOU THINK I DON'T NOTICE THAT IT'S SHORT!!!” Kenyatta says, finally facing up, starting to feel more embarrassed after shouting at him. “look, I'm sorry, it's just— ugh, I'm so irritated already!!!”
Jordan humming at that, “No problem. Here— I'll write some lyrics down for you!” He says, reaching for a pen or something to write with.
“Oh, but I wanted Lone to he—”
“Ken, it's fine. Let me do this, and Lone could just do his part of the song later.”
Kenyatta gives up on arguing, he was getting tired and just wanted this whole song situation to be over with already.
Ken sits patiently on his chair, facing towards Jordan, waiting for him to finish with writing the lyrics down. Ken bows his head, shutting his eyes, slowly falling asleep. Suddenly, he jumped at the sound of Jordan announcing that he was done.
“Here ya go, Ken,” Jordan says, thrusting the sheet of paper with writing towards him. Ken taking it from him, slowly reads the lyrics, still too tired to go faster than he already was. “I hope you like it!” He hears Jordan say in the background.
Finishing reading the stuff he wrote, Ken thanks Jordan for his help. Jordan smiles at that, “No problem!” He says, pushing his chair back, to stand up and look for a lighter he was originally here for.
Ken stays where he's been for almost tge entire night, sighing at Jordans cigarette addiction. Really fascinating how dependent he is on them.