Chapter NineNext morning
Tyson, Treasure and Showtime sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast prepared by Preston. There were blue berry pancakes, eggs, bacon, hash browns and pitchers of apple and orange juice.
“So what’s the day’s agenda?” Tyson asked, taking a bite of crisp bacon.
“We gotta pick my homegirl up from the airport. Tonight will be just a girls night out, you know?” Treasure took a sip from her glass of apple juice.
“What about the recording session with Stevie Ray?” Showtime inquired, looking up from the Los Angeles Times newspaper.
“Oh, that’s next week, we’re supposed to do it at his place.”
“I didn’t know you mess with Stevie Ray.” Tyson interjected.
“Yeah, we’re supposed to record this duet together.”
“I like that movie he was in. What was it called?” Tyson sn
