“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?”