The days leading up to the first callout on Fuse’s new Saturday slot found him distracted. He worked on the first seven songs they’d selected—three of Mo’s, two of his own, and two of Metal’s—but often found himself also playing variations on the “LaTisha’s Dance” theme. That invariably led to pondering an unwritten song of his own that he couldn’t even begin to hear, no matter how deeply he listened for “Amanda’s Smile.”
Then his bunkie went to the hole after another shakedown, word on the yard being that he had some steel and somebody snitched. Rumors wafted back several times that Psycho’s road-dawg, Jack, was telling people Fuse got him popped. That kind of talk might fade for lack of credibility, or escalate if more instigators jumped on board.
Sitting alone late one night in his ce
