Post by Dante Q on May 22, 2015 14:31:30 GMT -6
Black.
Click.
“Hi Kevin.” Dante Q’s weathered faced is illuminated by a single light bulb hanging just above his forehead.
Click.
Black.
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“Still here, Kevin.” Dante Q is sitting on a wooden chair. The light is further above him now, but it still only provides enough light around Dante, everything else is shadow.
Click.
Black.
Click.
Dante Q is still sitting on the wooden chair. The light bulb is swinging ever so slightly, almost imperceptible. The weathered, bearded face of Dante Q barely visible in the dimly lit environment but his broad smile is more than evident against the background.
“Come along children, now we're going to have a little music, like old times.”
“Straight out the gate, this is my story I’m scripting. My film, my glorious vision, my sound, my score that is written in this sport. This division, my my, how the tournament's risen. Shit, everybody wants to soar in an instant. Everybody wants to be the Lord of the Ring wins. I laid dormant and listened. Hit ignition, tore up the system. Elevate, accelerate and demonstrate. Live the dream and keep the horns to the mission. The formula's mixing, to fire the engine up and bring the force to the pistons. Never say never. Whenever together we give and go with the flow flipping like Jordan and Pippen
Slam the points home. Incite a war to ignite the board, wipe the floor with the notes that we write, and hold down with a fist to strike a chord. And then they can hear that thunder with the hooves. When I come with the hunger of the wolves. You were warned and the red flag flew, And his crewed cracked through, it's the running of the bulls.”
Dante Q stops talking and smiles.
“Kevin.”
“Today, we are together. Whenever we come together, the writers write, the cameras roll. Because together we got power, that's just?”
Click.
Black.
Click.
Black.
Dante Q is still there, sitting on the chair with a broad smile across his face – like the cat that caught the canary.
“I said I'mma lay my head down. I'm that freight train tearing through the sky in the clouds. I said, watch this hail mary fly, keep on runnin' keep on gunnin' with this fire in my eyes. And I'm sky high, I'm sky high, yeah, welcome to the time of my life.”
“Sun, rain, snow or hail, we never got lost in the storm. And you best to respect that you never really know what you've got 'til it's gone. And a monster was born, with a want to explore life's roughest weather, but we know the code so we stuck together, yeah. And as life unravels, my mind's what fights my battles. I move like lightning travels, think quick, how you like them apples. Cuz I'm ready as I'll ever be, my head is set for its destiny, and I’m flying now. Each feather is so heavenly, the energy of seven seas couldn't tie me down, bitch. So no fucking around dumb cunt, one jump and I'm up in the clouds. Trying to make that moment last, on a beat like Heath in a Joker mask which means, don' change that dial. Could've, would've, should've, just ain't my style. Shit, I got things to build. If your luck's low- just know your wings are real.”
Dante Q loses the smile. He cranks his neck. He eyes gloss over and suddenly his expression seems to convey that of serial killer about to collect their next victim.
“I'm so ill in my timeless timepiece. I keep a dime piece in arm's reach. Keep it one thousand, from the housing projects. I found my niche, you better find yours - I used to run with a lot of crime lords. Ramadan taught me use my mind more. Though I'm not religious - Q y'all, just a realist. My imminent, conspicuous, synonym, sincere, rhythm and throw - developed some images up in your mind bro. I survived continuing criminal enterprises that surrounded me. Innocent, no exaggeration I don't pimp my past, I don't brag, no faking. My apartment had some break-ins; I'm thinking my past is worse than today is. That's when Biz Mark came with the vapours. It was anarchy, live in the heartbeat of the city that never sleeps. Mothers will gas you up to handle their beef. Peep game; you're dead if you don't think fast enough. We keeping it way street.”
“And my god, I feel alright.”
Dante Q stands up and reaches above his head. He turns on a second light. It becomes evident that he was sitting on a wooden chair in a windowless room. However, said room is painted completely in the happiness of sunshine yellow.
“Bye Kevin.”
Click.
Black.
Click.
“Hi Kevin.” Dante Q’s weathered faced is illuminated by a single light bulb hanging just above his forehead.
Click.
Black.
Click.
“Still here, Kevin.” Dante Q is sitting on a wooden chair. The light is further above him now, but it still only provides enough light around Dante, everything else is shadow.
Click.
Black.
Click.
Dante Q is still sitting on the wooden chair. The light bulb is swinging ever so slightly, almost imperceptible. The weathered, bearded face of Dante Q barely visible in the dimly lit environment but his broad smile is more than evident against the background.
“Come along children, now we're going to have a little music, like old times.”
“Straight out the gate, this is my story I’m scripting. My film, my glorious vision, my sound, my score that is written in this sport. This division, my my, how the tournament's risen. Shit, everybody wants to soar in an instant. Everybody wants to be the Lord of the Ring wins. I laid dormant and listened. Hit ignition, tore up the system. Elevate, accelerate and demonstrate. Live the dream and keep the horns to the mission. The formula's mixing, to fire the engine up and bring the force to the pistons. Never say never. Whenever together we give and go with the flow flipping like Jordan and Pippen
Slam the points home. Incite a war to ignite the board, wipe the floor with the notes that we write, and hold down with a fist to strike a chord. And then they can hear that thunder with the hooves. When I come with the hunger of the wolves. You were warned and the red flag flew, And his crewed cracked through, it's the running of the bulls.”
Dante Q stops talking and smiles.
“Kevin.”
“Today, we are together. Whenever we come together, the writers write, the cameras roll. Because together we got power, that's just?”
Click.
Black.
Click.
Black.
Dante Q is still there, sitting on the chair with a broad smile across his face – like the cat that caught the canary.
“I said I'mma lay my head down. I'm that freight train tearing through the sky in the clouds. I said, watch this hail mary fly, keep on runnin' keep on gunnin' with this fire in my eyes. And I'm sky high, I'm sky high, yeah, welcome to the time of my life.”
“Sun, rain, snow or hail, we never got lost in the storm. And you best to respect that you never really know what you've got 'til it's gone. And a monster was born, with a want to explore life's roughest weather, but we know the code so we stuck together, yeah. And as life unravels, my mind's what fights my battles. I move like lightning travels, think quick, how you like them apples. Cuz I'm ready as I'll ever be, my head is set for its destiny, and I’m flying now. Each feather is so heavenly, the energy of seven seas couldn't tie me down, bitch. So no fucking around dumb cunt, one jump and I'm up in the clouds. Trying to make that moment last, on a beat like Heath in a Joker mask which means, don' change that dial. Could've, would've, should've, just ain't my style. Shit, I got things to build. If your luck's low- just know your wings are real.”
Dante Q loses the smile. He cranks his neck. He eyes gloss over and suddenly his expression seems to convey that of serial killer about to collect their next victim.
“I'm so ill in my timeless timepiece. I keep a dime piece in arm's reach. Keep it one thousand, from the housing projects. I found my niche, you better find yours - I used to run with a lot of crime lords. Ramadan taught me use my mind more. Though I'm not religious - Q y'all, just a realist. My imminent, conspicuous, synonym, sincere, rhythm and throw - developed some images up in your mind bro. I survived continuing criminal enterprises that surrounded me. Innocent, no exaggeration I don't pimp my past, I don't brag, no faking. My apartment had some break-ins; I'm thinking my past is worse than today is. That's when Biz Mark came with the vapours. It was anarchy, live in the heartbeat of the city that never sleeps. Mothers will gas you up to handle their beef. Peep game; you're dead if you don't think fast enough. We keeping it way street.”
“And my god, I feel alright.”
Dante Q stands up and reaches above his head. He turns on a second light. It becomes evident that he was sitting on a wooden chair in a windowless room. However, said room is painted completely in the happiness of sunshine yellow.
“Bye Kevin.”
Click.
Black.