The stage is pitch black. The audience mumurs with talk/gossip/and speculation about Tisha. What will she be performing? Why has she only done live shows to promote the FOR DREW album? Will she sing about Drew? Will she sing about Dom? The truth is… that Tisha will sing her truth. And her truth begins now, as BLUE neon lights begin to flicker on stage in the shapes of very thin lightning bolts. The audience begins to scream. Fans and friends stand to their feet. Tisha Jackson is in the building. Smoke arises on stage. The smoke soon covers the entire stage, and Tisha arises through the smoke.
CAMERA ANGLE: CENTER STAGE
Tisha is sporting a fur so large it can cover an entire family, and a hat so large we cannot see her face. She lifts her face up for the camera and audience to see. She begins to slowly bop her head up and down, up and down. There is no music just yet. The background, the word, “GONE” pops on the backdrop screen. Tisha remains silent, but her voice over speaks.
Tisha (Voice Over)
"I was so gone when I wrote this song. There was no other title to title it but GONE. I planned my life with this man. He shared things with me that not even his closest friends and family members knew. I lived for him, I breathed for him, I did everything for him, and I lost MYSELF. I was gone. I had checked out. We were running in a maze chasing each other, but, dead ends kept leading to other dead ends. Open windows lead to darkness, and darkness lead to resentment. The past and the future, merged to meet us here.
Tisha stands still as fans continue to scream. The beat for “GONE” begins to play. The stage turns pitch black again. Jackson is seen on stage again, walking close to the front stage. Her hat is now off. She walks to the mic front stage, and sings…"
sounds like:
[HOOK]GONE
[Verse 1]Far gone, think I went off the ricter
I must be a fucking masochist
Consuming the lies that he feeds me
Fuck getting back together
I miss the sex, but its whatever
Who am I kidding?
Paucity of fornication with you got me dying
You my drug, been hooked since summer twenty fourteen
Thought I broke the habit sometime in twenty sixteen
I be damned if I ring in the New Year relapsing
[Verse 2]
I see you with your replacement “wifey” all on my news feed
Conspicuously that bitch not me
I am top notch, Crème de la crème, el captain
That substitute only fucking you cause you won Star Factory
Only fucking you cause my name will be tied to theirs personally and professionally
Can never make you scream the way Ti did performing that late night special
Angels still can hear your cries far up in heaven
I heard folk broke into your new boo’s home
They ain’t steal shit but heard it was quite vandalized
Who you think called and set that shit up my guy?
Gang pulled up like skurrrrrrttttt
Slicing niggas at the throat on sight
Left handed steering the other keeping tight grip on the clip
Repercussions for your actions
You can’t go around fucking with a girl’s heart
That shit is the real crime
You just took a L so I lit up a L
Betcha won’t play another lover again…
There’s no chance in hell
I can imagine ya’lls face when the album drop and this song pop
And ya’ll realize who did it
[HOOK]GONE
Jackson’s dancers slowly emerge and surround her on the foggy stage.
[Verse 3]I told you to stop calling me crazy
So GONE I can’t get no sleep
Far GONE, I am into deep
I’m on my Britney
You drive me crazy
You should be ashamed
Ashamed you grown ass man playing games
Ashamed that after people address you as Mister they say my last name
I should be ashamed I let you affect me this way
Wish I could delete you out my memory
I reminisce about times like when blew trees in the car and the cops came
Them doors dropped, we starting busting Uey’s switching lanes
And through all my crazy you still call my phone
I be wanting to hit that green dot
Right now I’m real fragile so I think I better not
Listened to your voicemails, forgot how your voice sounds when you call my name
Maybe time will heal all wounds, maybe we just need space
[HOOK]GONE
[Outro - J.Cole Rap]
Don't save him
He don't wanna be saved
Don't save him
He don't wanna be saved
Don't save him
He don't wanna be saved
Don't save him
He don't wanna be saved
The music leads into the Intro to the second half of Jackson’s FOR DREW album, a track titled, “Honeymoon Over: Intermission”. Jackson’s dancers, then begin to shelter her. She is covered. We cannot see her. Her voice over begins…
sounds like:
[Tisha Voice Over]
“At the drop of a dime everything changed
As soon as it wasn’t all about you everything turned blue
Not a pretty blue but a dead blue
Now I vowed that I would be the perfect wife before you made me your wife
I fucked up and had a slip up
So I let you turn up
You didn’t sleep with me or touch me for 80 days
I cleansed that devil I let in, out of my system
My mind soaked in several holy bibles
I stayed in the house and drank the water anointed by Jah’s blood
You built a house in the Hamptons you were there but you paid me not a single glare
I became a trophy wife, your words beat me as you reminisced in strife
Your text messages to other bitches killed me but it was what I deserved for my trife
In one year you slept with one of my closest friends and some ladies I worked with
Total tally 35
I came home from work to the site of you in the living room pounding a chick I doubt you really knew
I looked at you, my eyes cried “Drew?”
As if I was a ghost you turned around, from her behind you continued to pound
I closed the door upstairs and was about to cry when I heard you wail hounds
Then you left me in the house
Moved in with someone I can’t even compete with, ya’ll lived in London town
Oh how you repaid me, you become MORE than a pussy hound
Your lover came from London to our door and tried to fight me
Baby was from Brixton but you bets believe that night the Brooklyn came out of Ti
We tumbled words and fists upon each other
Your new lover asked me where’s Drew
I said, “Bitch what you did wrong?”
“Don’t you know he’s best at disappearing?”
You caught me at my sister’s house and said “Tisha your deed is paid”
I questioned myself, “Do I want him?”
Yes this is the bed I made, so I shall lay
But it wasn’t the same
The love had shriveled by the time the New Year rang”
Jackson’s dancers run around in circles, until Jackson is visible back on stage. Her fur is stripped from her body. He long blonde locks swing as she is dressed in an elaborate black leotard. Jackson sings…
sounds like:
[Chorus]You think… They’ll ride for you as long as I been riding?
You think… They’d shed all the tears that I’ve been crying?
You think… They would put up with the lackluster lying?
You think… They would dedicate an entire album about you?
Write all these lyrics my mind has led my fingers to be writing?
Every blind child prodigy can see I’ve upheld you way pass exaltation
How iniquitous of a way to treat the girl that’s crowned you
You think… They’ll ride for you as long as I been riding?
You think… They’d shed all the tears that I’ve been crying?
[Verse 1]I sleep uneased at night
After all these red-eye London flights
I’m not the girl you wanna get tight
I sense a double-life
You must not value my canny to question my astute
Remember the days you called me a Queen, made me feel like the hottest chick?
If I find out you got a substitute, this Queen gon’ turn into a raving ratchet bitch
I know I kept it sexy, quick on my feet, I was witty
Feeling Franklin/Trevor wasted, all my time is gone
Feeling quite non compos mentis, type covetous
Quite non compos mentis, type covetous
Walked all over like the ground I’ve worshiped you on, (ground I worshiped you on)
Contemplating on how to be fifty shades of shady
[Chorus]
You think… They’ll ride for you as long as I been riding?
You think… They’d shed all the tears that I’ve been crying?
You think… They would put up with the lackluster lying?
You think… They would dedicate an entire album about you?
Write all these lyrics my mind has led my fingers to be writing?
Every blind child prodigy can see I’ve upheld you way pass exaltation
How iniquitous of a way to treat the girl that’s crowned you
You think… They’ll ride for you as long as I been riding?
You think… They’d shed all the tears that I’ve been crying?
[Verse 2]
Let’s imagine for a moment that you never won a singing competition show as a rapper
That you actually were a rapper and spit hot 16’s on an album
An album that you could call your own
Never made it out the Bronx
Wasn’t a fuck boy fake thug, still slanging dope up in the streets
Never had the Queen of entertainment in yo sheet-eeet-eeeets
You think…for you they’d lay down their life and die?
No.
In your face behind your back they laugh at you, laugh at you
He’s a fuck boy a boy I like to fuck boy
And ya’ll know like Puffy to a lot of money we was made for each other
You think you and your DENIAL will prevail?
Let’s see if denial is willing to walk down an aisle for you wearing a veil
Me sing seh!
Tisha and her troop of dancers exit stage and begin to walk through the audience. The camera follows them as they dance to a sped up beat of “You Think…”Tisha begins to dance in circles.
[Chorus]
You think… They’ll ride for you as long as I been riding?
You think… They’d shed all the tears that I’ve been crying?
You think… They would put up with the lackluster lying?
You think… They would dedicate an entire album about you?
Write all these lyrics my mind has led my fingers to be writing?
Every blind child prodigy can see I’ve upheld you way pass exaltation
How iniquitous of a way to treat the girl that’s crowned you
You think… They’ll ride for you as long as I been riding?
You think… They’d shed all the tears that I’ve been crying?
[Bridge]HEYYYY-HEY-HEYYYYY
It should be a sin…
For you to let this good pussy go to waste
I catch all the rockets you launch
Kept it real raunch
Crème de la crème, call it a dime or a 5 star
Imbibe at home, at the studio, or in the car
Diamond cluster hustler, supreme bitch, Lil Kim
Loving that John, Loving that John, like your name is really John
Feeling quite non compos mentis, type covetous
Quite non compos mentis, type covetous
Walked all over like the ground I’ve worshiped you, (ground I worshiped you on)
Contemplating on how to be fifty shades of shady
Tisha walks through the audience of her peers once again; she grills Drew from his seat. They exchange a tense exchange. Tisha and her troop of dancers head back on stage.
[Chorus]You think… They’ll ride for you as long as I been riding?
You think… They’d shed all the tears that I’ve been crying?
You think… They would put up with the lackluster lying?
You think… They would dedicate an entire album about you?
Write all these lyrics my mind has led my fingers to be writing?
Every blind child prodigy can see I’ve upheld you way pass exaltation
How iniquitous of a way to treat the girl that’s crowned you
You think… They’ll ride for you as long as I been riding?
You think… They’d shed all the tears that I’ve been crying?
[Outro – Lil Kim Verse]
I got, no time for fake niggas
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas
From East to West coast spread love niggas
And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures
No time, no time, no time
Tisha and her troop of dancers begin to wild out in the audience. The camera man comes into Tisha’s view and she grabs a bat, and smashes the camera lens. Tisha screams,
“AAAAHHHHH” Her dancers surround her, assisting her as she is in distress. They place a new fur on her, a red white and black one. Smaller than the first fur. Tisha comes to. She begins to walk with her dancers as the intro to “Upgrade U”, a track off FOR DREW plays. Jackson begins to sing, as she and her dancers make their way through the crowd and back to stage.
sounds like:
[INTRO: YG]
Mustard on the beat ho!
[Verse 1]
Hustling thriving surviving on my single flow, (on my single flow)
You was just a weak nigga with some savage pipe, (was on some shallow shit)
I changed your life, gave you whatever you like, (on my T.I.P. flow)
But you bit the hand that fed you, started chilling with some slumming bitches
Nasty chickens they look like some dirty south Bronx bitches
Look like they grew up and never left the hood
I never been outside of Brownsville bitches
[Pre-Chorus]
But baby, don’t get it twisted
You was just another nigga wanna hit this
Chasing your inner demons with a bad bitch
Should of warned you I’m always on my OBJ, (I’m straight up ferocious)
Team Gemini, yes I am a sick bitch
Regret the day FREEDOM paired us up to write on my album
But I almost let you wife this
Never make the same mistake twice, know this
You could never again touch this
Jackson is back on stage.
[Chorus]I upgraaaaaaaaaded you, YOUUUUUUUU
I upgraaaaaaaaaded you
Feel in love once
Won’t do that shit again
Hail Mary, won’t promise, use these lyrics to instead confess
I upgraaaaaaaaaded you
[Verse 2]Rolling around in a leased Porsche, you ain’t own that shit, (you ain’t own that shit)
Spent all your monies to impress me built a house in the Hamptons from the ground up, (I call it SING SING)
Lock the doors, shut it down, you imprisoned me, how’d I get here again?
I should throw all your dirt out on the table, the insecurities, walls you built, deny that shit you in DENIAL about
I lied when I told you I loved ya, I was on hiatus, In between albums baby
A bitch was bored, Just toying, having some fun BABY
But baby….
[Pre-Chorus]But baby, don’t get it twisted
You was just another nigga wanna hit this
Chasing your inner demons with a bad bitch
Should of warned you I’m always on my OBJ, (I’m straight up ferocious)
Team Gemini, yes I am a sick bitch
Regret the day FREEDOM paired us up to write on my album
But I almost let you wife this
Never make the same mistake twice, know this
You could never again touch this
[Chorus]
I upgraaaaaaaaaded you, YOUUUUUUUU
I upgraaaaaaaaaded you
I ugraded youuuuuuuuu-uuuuuu-uuuuuuu
Feel in love once
Won’t do that shit again
Hail Mary, won’t promise, use these lyrics to instead confess
I upgraaaaaaaaaded you
[Outro]
I almost let you wife this
Never make the same mistake twice, know this
You could never again touch this
But baby…
I upgraaaaaaaaaded you, YOUUUUUUUU
YOUUUUUUUU- YOUUUUUUUU
YOUUUUUUUU- YOUUUUUUUU
The camera approaches Jackson again. She covers the lens with her hand and slams the camera man out of her face.
Jackson then walks center stage. The audience is a ruckus. What the fuck just happened? Was this a shit show on Drew in public? Was this therapy sessions for Tisha? Whatever the fuck it was, the audience is high off. Jackson bows as the audience screams. She blows a kiss and waves. Jackson then says,
“Thank you so much FCA’s. God Bless!”
The stage fades to black.
Fin.