Jacob grinned, tearing the page from his notebook and tucking it into his pocket. He picked up his guitar. "Let’s go, bredda. The music can’t stop. The vibe is just right."
“One, two, three… news-a-carry-dread in a tenement yard,” he hummed, trying out the melody. BEST OF JACOB MILLER
"Jake, man! They wait for you at the studio. King Tubby’s got a new dub mix he wants you to hear," Ian said, bursting into the room. Jacob grinned, tearing the page from his notebook
Suddenly, a knock on the door broke the trance. It was Ian, his drummer. three… news-a-carry-dread in a tenement yard