10. Drix #2
I looked around at the random knickknacks near the checkout and grabbed a piece of candy and tossed that on the counter too.
Then, my eyes landed on a small jar to my left filled with silicone rings in different sizes and colors.
I plucked up a few black ones and tried them on.
When I found one that fit, I tossed it onto the counter.
“That too.”
I paid with my card and headed back out to the whip. I tossed Myome’s gum to her and slipped the little ring I’d purchased on my finger while I pumped the gas.
The drive out to the studio where our interview was being held was short. Chandler and Allison stood in front of the building waiting for us when we got there. We both hugged Chan and I dapped Allison.
“What’s up?”
“Are you guys ready?” Allison asked.
“I stay ready,” I said at the same time Myome responded, “As ready as I’m going to be.”
“Don’t lie much. It’s hard to keep up with them, so if you’re going to lie, make sure the truth is just around the corner,” Chandler said simply.
“So instead of saying you were too high to remember getting married, you can say you blacked out. It sounds more like you were so excited you were on autopilot. Things like that.”
“Okay,” Myome agreed.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” Allison assured her. “And if you don’t know the answer, let Drix take it. Yeah?” She looked over at me.
“Yeah.” I nodded once.
I wasn’t media trained and really didn’t give a fuck about saying the wrong shit. I was going to make my money behind the scenes regardless and what people I didn’t know said about me on social media didn't move me. I was down to take the heat for me and Myome if needed.
“Alright.” Allison clapped her hands. “Let’s do this.”
I yanked the door to the building open and gestured for the women to head inside first.
“I hope this means we’re going to see you Sunday at family dinner,” Chandler whispered to Myome and I grinned as I trailed them.
When we got back to the studio, it was a nice sized room with a recording area. There were two chairs on one side with a couch across from them. Several cameras were pointed at the seating area with big ass lights set up. The two men set to interview us greeted us almost as soon as we walked in.
One of them introduced himself. “I’m Hakeem.”
“And I’m Eric,” the other added.
“Drix,” I introduced myself. “That’s the wifey, Myome, my sister and publicist, Chandler, and Myome’s manager Allison.” I went down the line.
“We’re excited to have y’all,” Eric said.
“And we’re happy to be here,” Allison said.
Eric and Hakeem shook hands with each of the women and dapped me.
Then, they gestured over to an area where a few women were standing. They went to quick work putting microphones on us and led us over to the seating area.
“You can sit on either side,” Hakeem offered.
Myome and I both moved toward the couch at the same time. We sat side by side and I leaned back, comfortably throwing one arm behind the back of the couch and slightly spreading out.
Hakeem and Eric did last minute behind the scenes stuff then took their seats on the chairs.
“Y’all ready?” Eric glanced at us.
Myome nodded but I could damn near feel the nervous energy radiating off her.
“Give me two minutes,” I told the men and they nodded. I sat up and she glanced at me. I leaned into her. “I got you,” I said. “You know that shit, right?”
“Mhm.” She nodded again.
“Then, act like it. Loosen up. I’ll flip these mothafuckin’ lights, cameras, and niggas on they back if they play with you. Be cool.”
“Okay.” She exhaled.
“Alright.” I leaned back on the couch and set my hand on her knee.
Her hand landed on mine and she did a double take when she saw the little ring on my finger. She looked up at me and batted her eyelashes.
“Stop looking at me like that if you ain’t trying to get fucked,” I deadpanned.
She giggled and Hakeem cleared his throat.
I looked him up and down.
“You good?”
Myome dug her elbow into my side.
“We ready?” Eric asked.
“We ready?” I looked down at Myome.
She nodded. “We’re ready.”
“Alright. I’ll count us in. Three… Two… So Drix, Myome, we’re honored that you decided to have your first time speaking publicly with us here at The Roommates Room.”
“We’re happy to be here.” I took the lead in case Myome froze.
“So Skroll has been going crazy over the two of y’all,” Hakeem said. “I mean, Drix, you’ve been in the public for a while now, but I don’t think anyone ever really thought you’d pop out with a woman this publicly, let alone pop out married.”
“It was a crazy announcement by the way,” Eric added. “You announced your marriage with a random video at three a.m., then just logged off. I don’t think Myome even shared that video when it got posted.”
“You actually usually stay off Skroll; so what made you announce your marriage that way?”
“It was spur of the moment, but honestly, we’d just gotten married and I wanted the world to know.
We had drinks. We were celebrating, and shit, I don’t know.
My baby was looking fine as hell. I wanted to show her lil fine ass off so I recorded us, and boom, uploaded that shit and kept it pushing.
I ain’t think it was gon’ go crazy like it did though. ”
“And Myome, your followers jumped significantly overnight. Was that crazy to you?”
“It was insane,” Myome admitted. “I didn’t even realize he’d posted the video; so I woke up the next morning with the members of my group and my manager calling and so many Skroll notifications coming in I couldn’t even get back to any of them at first.”
“No family blowing up your phone?” Hakeem asked.
“My sister Chandler blew my shit up enough for both of us,” I interjected.
He and Eric laughed. Myome discreetly squeezed my hand in thanks.
“Can I ask what the significance of your wedding night was?” Eric asked. “What made the two of you decide to get married then?”
“Actually, can I interject?” Hakeem asked.
“Sure.” Eric nodded.
“Okay. Can I ask how y’all met?”
I looked over at Myome.
“We, uh, we met in the studio actually. Drix produced a song for Radiant Reverie’s upcoming album.”
“And the album hasn’t come out yet, right?” Hakeem asked.
“No. It hasn’t. We’re announcing the official release date in two weeks though.”
“Oh shit. Can we get an exclusive?”
Myome looked over at Allison who looked at Chandler who nudged her head toward me.
“We’ll send you the track list when it’s finalized,” I said. “But what we can tell you today is the track we laid is one of my all-time favorites, easily top ten.”
“Will that track list have features included or redacted?”
“You’re going to have to wait and see.” I grinned.
“Alright.” Eric nodded. “We can accept that.”
“But it seems there’s not a locked in track list, meaning the album is still being worked on.” Hakeem shifted slightly in his seat. “Does that mean the two of you met recently?”
I chuckled at that. “You can say that.”
“Alright. Well here’s a different question. When did you know you were going to get married?”
“The night we did it,” I said simply.
Hakeem, Eric, and Myome all laughed.
“Ain’t no fucking way.” Eric chuckled loudly.
“Nah. For real. I proposed to my baby and we got married a few hours later.”
Hakeem whistled and shook his head.
“What made you want to propose?”
“You know how when mothafuckas say when you know you know?” I saw Chandler shake her head behind the camera. “My bad. Can I say mothafuckas on here?”
“Yeah. You’re good.” Hakeem laughed. “Say what you want. Worst case scenario, we can bleep it.”
“Alright, cool.”
“Let me shift though”—Eric turned in his seat slightly—“Myome, when did you know Drix was the one?”
“Honestly?” Myome ran her finger along the ring on my finger.
“I knew my husband was meant to be my husband the first time I spent time with him and his family. He’s a little rough around the edges to the public, but he’s…
” She paused while she thought of a good word.
“He cares about a lot more than he lets on.”
“So, he’s a little soft on the inside? A’ight. I feel that.”
“I’ll still beat a mothafucka up though and don’t bleep that shit because I mean it,” I said.
“Nah. That’s real.” Eric snickered. “Every man needs a woman who can be their soft place to land and they can be open with.”
“Does Myome do that for you?” Hakeem asked.
“If she didn’t, she wouldn’t be Mrs. King.” I held her hand up.
She and Eric laughed. Hakeem whistled.
“That fucking ring is insane,” he said.
“Thank you.” Myome smiled and wiggled her fingers.
“I see you flexing it,” Eric chuckled.
“She would want to after what I cashed out,” I joked and the three of them laughed.
“Are we still on the wedding night?” Hakeem asked. “Can I ask another question about it?”
“You asking if you can ask makes me feel like it’s gon’ be some bullshit. Don’t make me whoop yo’ lil ass on camera for disrespecting my wife or marriage, Hakeem,” I warned.
“Nah. I’m not on that type of time with you, but that was a good segue for what I wanted to ask actually.
The night y’all got married, there was an altercation outside the club where y’all were spotted together for the first time.
After that picture of you and Niecy in the studio leaked, people were saying Myome put hands and feet on her that night outside the club because she found out you were fucking with Niecy and gave her a pity ring. Do you want to comment on that?”
“Ain’t you just say you weren’t going to play on my marriage, bitch?” I sat up.
Myome’s hand met my chest and she lightly pushed me back into the couch.
“Niecy and Drix had an altercation. Trapp jumped in to defend Niecy. I jumped in to defend Drix. It was a stupid night with alcohol and things just got really crazy really quickly.”
“Do you want to speak on the altercation that kicked it all off with Drix and Niecy?”
“Nah,” I deadpanned.
“And the picture taken in the studio?”
“She released a statement about it. Reread it.”
“And what about you, Myome, being seen with a famous athlete?”
“We’re old friends who went to college together. He was in town and we hung out.”
“So, Drix fought, you fought, then Drix had a crazy scandal in the media and you had a scandal in the media a few days later? Am I getting that right?” Eric questioned.
“Anything he can do, I can do better,” Myome joked.
I laughed and the men joined in.
“Talk yo’ shit then, Mrs. King,” Hakeem said.
“All jokes aside, she ain’t joking. Myome is my lil twin for real. When she move, I move, and when I move, she move. That’s it. I ain’t take my vow not knowing what it meant and I’m happy where I’m at.”
“And we’re happy for you over here. We uh… We got y’all a late wedding gift actually.”
“Really?” Myome stuck her lip out. “We’re honored.”
“It’s the least we can do.” Eric sat up taller. “Can we get the gift out here?”
Someone brought out a gift bag and offered it to us. I let Myome take it and set it in her lap. She peered inside and slowly took out a bottle of wine. She showed it to the camera.
“This shit good?” I peeked at it.
“Yes, baby,” Myome said.
“A’ight. Cool. Thank y’all then.” I grinned.
The men chortled.
One of the camerawomen lifted their hand.
“Alright. They’re telling us we’re running out of time, so I just want to ask closing questions,” Hakeem said.
“A’ight. Let’s hear it.”
“Now that y’all are both in a new place in life, what can we expect next from the two of you?”
Myome gestured for me to start.
“Myome is already rehearsing for tour and prepping for the album release with Radiant Reverie, and y’all better buy my baby shit too, concert tickets, albums, T-shirts, bathwater.
I don’t give a fuck. Whatever she lists on her website, y’all better swipe them mothafuckin’ cards.
” I smiled even though I wasn’t joking. “As for me, I’m just going to be producing and shit like I’ve been doing. ”
“So, no new music from you?” Hakeem asked.
Myome nudged me.
“I saw that!” Eric clapped his hands. “I saw that. What does that mean, Myome?”
“That my talented husband has been recording his own music.” She held my large hand in both of hers and smiled up at me.
“And are we going to get any?”
“I’m not going to say yes or no.” I shrugged. “All I’m going to say is whenever I have something I want to say, I’ll drop new shit.”
“Well, we’re going to be waiting for it,” Hakeem said. “And what about together? Any joint projects? Or what’s the next non-work jump for y’all? Buying a house? Having babies?”
Myome’s eyes widened.
“Nah.” I lifted her hand and kissed it. “This is Radiant Reverie’s first album.
She deserves a tour and everything that comes with it.
I’d feel like I’m hindering her if we brought a baby into this.
We, as a couple, have Radiant Reverie’s success on top of our priority list. Joint project wise, we’ll see.
I have shit in the vault I think my baby would sound amazing on, and if Radiant Reverie wanted me on a track, I’d consider it.
I’m not making any promises because you know how shit works with labels and shit behind you, but if it was just the two of us, yeah. ”
“And you’re independent, right?”
“Yeah. Everything I put out I own.”
“Congratulations,” he said. “And what about you, Myome?”
“I’m under contract.”
“Well I hope your contract is everything you want it to be and more.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course and thank y’all again for being here with us.”
“Thank you for having us,” Myome said.
“Ay, before we cut the cameras, can I say something?” I asked.
“Sure.” Hakeem nodded.
“Me and my wife good over here and I want to make it public knowledge that my track record ain’t made up of lies and jokes.
I’ll really beat one of y’all mothafuckas up behind her, so don’t ever try to play with her or our marriage.
We got married before God and I’m gon’ send y’all up to Him express if y’all got complaints about what the fuck He ordained.
Don’t ever think I’m playing behind her. That’s it. Cut the cameras.”
“Alright then.” Eric clapped. Hakeem laughed. “Thank you for being here, Drix and Myome from Radiant Reverie.”
“Cut it,” Hakeem said and the people behind the camera started clapping.
I climbed to my feet and immediately offered Myome my hand and helped her up.
“Come on, Twin.” I nudged her toward Chandler and Allison, then dapped Eric and gave Hakeem a quick nod before the four of us headed out.
“That went better than I thought it would,” Chandler said happily.
I chuckled.
“I told you I ain’t need no fucking PR training.”
I threw an arm around Myome’s neck. She gripped my arm with both of her hands. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head.