IGOR: Tyler, The Creator

IGOR TOOR

Tyler had gathered every single one of his friends to hear the finished album, and he was going to have everyone listen to the finished product together, just like he did with every album. He had sent out a reluctant text to Wyatt the day before:

'I'm doing a listening session before the album comes out tomorrow, if you wanna come. It's tomorrow night. I know we haven't talked in months but I thought it was important that you listened to it, since you played a part in it. You don't have to come if you don't wanna.
-Tyler, 8:45 pm '

Tyler sighed when he checked his phone the next morning. There was no reply, just 'seen.'

It didn't surprise him.

That night, his friends started showing up, excited about hearing the finished product.

Everyone was seated and ready.

"Y'all fucking ready?!" Tyler smiled.

He pressed play, the speakers filling the room with IGOR'S THEME, when a familiar face walked in through the back.

Tyler's smile faded as he realized who it was. His eyes were stuck on Wyatt, he couldn't believe it was him. They hadn't seen eachother physically for months, and it was surreal.

Wyatt didn't make eye contact, he just walked over to the empty seat close to him.

There was no exchange of words between them; Wyatt had his head low as he heard it all. From EARFQUAKE, to NEW MAGIC WAND, Tyler tried to only focus on the music. It was hard, knowing every song was a real moment he had with Wyatt.

Wyatt knew. Each lyric matched up to a situation they encountered. He was taken aback—the fact that he was the theme of the album.

They both were the only two that remembered every moment that each song brought up–from the specific conversation, to the arguments, Wyatt put the puzzle pieces together.

The ending of ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? came to a close, and everyone clapped and cheered. It was a success. Everyone in the room knew it.

His friends came up to talk to Tyler, telling them how good it was. Tyler watched as Wyatt got up from the seat and made his way towards the back. He was leaving.

"Hold on, I'll be right back," Tyler told his friends.

He jogged out, following behind Wyatt.

"Wyatt," he called, stopping behind him.

He turned around.

Tyler bit his lip, unsure of what could unfold.

"I wanted you to hear the album first, so you wouldn't be surprised when it came out officially."

Wyatt nodded.

"Because it's about me?"  he crossed his arms.

Tyler looked down.

"I guess so."

"It was good."

"You're just saying that." Tyler kicked rocks on the ground.

"Regardless of the subject matter. I mean it. It's really fucking good," Wyatt chuckled.

T smiled.

"How you been?"

"Good."

"You still with..."

"Morgan. Yeah."

T nodded.

"Anyway uh, I'm going on tour after the album drops. I was thinking, I still need a photographer and shit."

He watched as Wyatt took the hint.

"You sure that's a good idea?"

"Do you wanna come?"

Wyatt sighed, biting the inside of his cheek, debating on whether or not it was a good idea.

"Wyatt, we're still friends...whatever happened...that shit is the past. I get it. If you don't wanna come it's—,"

"I'll go."

Tyler's eyes lit up.

*End of Flashback

...

Tyler turned up the music in his new Rolls Royce he had just bought; Wyatt riding in the passenger seat as they made their way to eat.

It made Tyler happy that his question was finally answered; they were still friends.

It took a while to get over everything, but it was impossible to lose Wyatt. He'd always be there.

That's how Tyler wanted it to end. And luckily, it ended exactly like that.

He looked over at Wyatt they began to pull off the venue, the window rolled down as Wyatt filmed the screaming fans that chased the car.

Tyler laughed along with him, he was getting used to having people screaming his name at all times.

"I can't believe you're used to all that," Wyatt turned to him as the window rolled up.

"I don't have a choice," Tyler looked over.

They came to a stop light, T grabbing a hold on the water bottle in the cup holder. His eyes widened as he felt the warmth of Wyatt's hand graze his.

"Shit, sorry, I thought that was mine," Wyatt removed his hand quickly; flustered as he looked for his own water bottle.

Tyler watched his cheeks flush slightly, unsure if he had caused it.

He bit his lip as he turned up their favorite song; letting the moment sink in.