Norris Cole’s Memorial Day Supreme Magestipartay: Part IV



This is the fourth and final part. Part 1 is here. Part 2 is here. Part 3 is here. There’s no way you’re reading all those, I know.  


The woman has just told Mae to wait here and shut the door. She began to look around.

A huge bay of windows that looked out on the back acreage. So much land it looked like a country. On either side of the windows were pictures. Cole with heads of state, dignitaries, other athletes, actors, musicians, Sinbad, all the greats. It was a who’s who on that wall.

The room itself was carpeted. Lush, red carpet, thick and plush like a pillow all throughout the room. It had been requested she take her shoes off prior to entry an she felt like she was stepping on cotton candy memory foam clouds made of sheep’s wool.

Above the room was a chandelier. It had been made of deer antlers. It was off at the time, the room being lit by the lights strung all throughout the backyard. It was soft in the room, quiet and golden yellow. She heard the muffled shouts and music coming from the edges of the party but, for the most part, the center, where she was, was dead still.

Then the lights came on.

She whipped around to look toward the door and there he was. Cole had changed since she’d seen him last. He was in all purple. Purple suit, purple vest, purple tie, purple saddlebacks.

“Hello,” he said.

“Hello,” she responded.

He was walking toward her slowly.

“I’m glad you came,” he said.

“Thank you for having me,” she said.

It was about this time that he walked past her. He sauntered over to the wall that held all the pictures and held his hand over the one featuring him and Robert Duvall. The picture next to that one, one where Cole and Ja Rule were standing on a beach, swiveled around to reveal a keypad on the back of the frame.

Cole typed in a code Mae could not see, and that is when the roof started moving.

Back it went, retracting. All along the opposite wall stairs shot out, each stair wooden with the same red carpet draped over it.

Mae stood in the center of the room and watched till it changed. She watched until she was outside. Then he touched her hand and led her up the stairs to the roof.

When they got to the roof is when the fireworks began. Mae looked all around her and saw the speakers, all of them blaring a song she’d never heard before, a song called “Mae”. All the performers throughout the night, all singing it.


It’s Mae Day

Mayday, it’s Mae Day

Look out below, it’s Mae Day


Her eyes welled up with tears and he stood there next to her, the fireworks illuminating the two of them every so often. He grabbed her hand and held on as the sky exploded above them.

“This is all so nice,” she said.

“This doesn’t matter,” he replied, “Not without you.”

Around then Chris Bosh arrived, two margaritas in hand. He handed them to Cole and stepped back.

“Will you require anything further, sir?” asked Bosh.

“I don’t think we will, Christopher,” said Cole, “You may have the rest of the evening off. Please, though, do leave Mr. Legend alone. He has complained of you leering at him from far off distances.”

Bosh nodded okay and disappeared back into the room below.

Cole turned toward Mae.

“All this is yours if you want it to be,” said Cole.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I mean stay here tonight and every night after,” said Cole, “I mean marry me.”

He then dropped to a knee. It was then when she first realized that this roof, too, was carpeted with the same plush red the room below had been. The purple of his suit mixed with the red of the floor and the blasting fireworks and it was as though they were standing on top of a sunset, the night staying away for just a little longer than it wanted to.

He pulled from his pocket a purple box. In that box was a ring. She shook her head yes and he put the ring on her finger. Then he rose up and cradled her cheeks in his hands and they kissed while the fire fell from the sky.

Off behind them while Legend sang his verse on “Mae”, Bosh faced the speaker with his eyes closed and swayed back and forth with the breeze.

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