Page 107 of Standing In The Sun
The crowd went crazy when the bass dropped and the lights flashed.
Lunar walked out slow, with his hoodie down, chains gleaming, and eyes already glossy. The crowd lost their minds, screaming, waving, phones held high, but Lunar wasn’t looking at them.
He was looking up.
He didn’t speak right away.
He just stood there - the mic to his lips, breathing in the moment.
Then his voice shook and his head dropped.
The entire energy shifted.
Noodle licked her lips. “Let us let us die young or let us live forever,” she sung it so beautifully, tears already sprouting from her eyes. “Forever young, I wanna be forever young.”
Lunar kissed his finger and tapped his chest before tossing it in the air.
“Yeah, yeah, uh
Seventeen forever, but you left too soon,
Now your name’s written deep in the light of the moon.
They say I got your eyes, say I got your soul,
But I never got the time, never got to grow.
You was just a kid, but you played a king,
Held the fam down, gave ‘em everything.
Luna, Solar, Qamar—yeah, you raised ‘em right,
Now I’m here in your shadow, tryna match your light.”
The way he’d remixed a classic was top notch and showed his amazing music ability. EastWest Sun wasn’t just about his life, it was also paying homage to the amazing rappers before him. He’d sampled a few songs—some slow ones but also some rap songs.
As the chorus came in again, he got choked up. Noodle walked over fast, placing her hand on his back. Ahvi stepped forward instinctively. Lunar looked like he was about to collapse under the weight of his own heart.
That’s when the family started to move.
French pushed open the curtain. Luna followed, tucking Kamari’s blanket under her arm. Tiny was already halfway to the steps. Ahvi didn’t even wait—she ran to the stage.
Lunar lifted the mic, his voice cracking. “Bring me my sun…Kamari, where you at?” He looked around while the instrumental still played with the backtrack.
The crowd stilled for half a beat, unsure of what was happening.
But Ahvi knew.
She pushed through the people, up the steps, her arms already unbuckling Kamari from Luna’s arms. She hurried on stage, tears already threatening.
The family made room. Noodle reached for Kamari’s headphones and took them off gently.
Lunar held out his arms.
Ahvi placed Kamari against his chest, and Lunar melted, right there in front of the world. He cradled their baby like he was the most precious thing that had ever existed, kissed his forehead again and again, whispering something only Kamari could hear.
Then he looked at the crowd. “When I say bring me my son,” he said, voice thick, “I mean mysun.” He pulled Ahvi in too, kissing the top of her head, holding her against his side. “I used to hate that big ass ball in the sky,” he said, and the crowd chuckled through their tears. “But one day…on one of the prettiest days of the summer…my daddy literally gave me the sun.”
