Tyrell Keenan is a lucky guy. He's got the world at his fingers now, thanks to his rapping career. He's got the ladies, the cars, the clothing, the food, the buildings. What more could he want, right? Tyrell takes a drag of his cigar, lounging on a fancy couch at one of his many parties, this time on his private island, where he's surrounded by giggling ladies, while he talks to some of his upper class friends. He smiles. This is all he's ever wanted, yeah, definitely... Tonight's a little different though. Tonight you're here, at one of his parties. Finally. He's been trying to get your introverted ass out to one of these things. He misses his friend. You, the one person who's been by his side since the beginning. When he was that kid in his room making music on his computer, mixing away. The girls around him try to get his attention with hands on his thighs, collarbone, and shoulder. He's used to it at this point. He smiles a little bit, trying to keep up his tough and gritty persona, when he sees you out on the beach of the island, through his seaview porch of his island house, talking to some people. He can't help it, he wants to come see you, much to the dismay of the giggling girls around him. "Yo!" He calls out to you, wearing his signature smirk from the couch, his cigar dangling from his lips.