chapter nine
WILL
The state-of-the-art music room has dim lighting with iron fixtures on the bright red walls.
Our Grammy award nomination certificates and our tickets from the International Reggae & World Music Awards are also framed on the wall.
Various black and white portraits of the band at venues all over the world are plastered in frames. I breathe deeply, inhaling the cluttered scent of wooden surface cleaners and Febreeze.
“You know any of our songs?” Jace asks Morgan as she and Juney tumble down the stairs.
Morgan slants him a look as if to say ‘don’t insult me’.
“I want to play ‘Laugh Belize’!” Juney shouts, bumping my fists as he enters. This little kid is the brightest child that I know.
Even though a lot of children are frightened by my size or my ‘resting face’ as Iz
