#im at this mid school awards ceremony

[butchlifeguard]

no wayy i got my suit dirty for this

[caruliaa]

i hate you exam period i hate you studying i hate you trying to remember how im supposed to format my paragraphs for the answer to the question answer i hate you thinking abt how americans have a decent amnt of exams in a multiple choice format meanwhile i hace 2 write out multiple paragraphs i hate you thinking about how every other country is of of school at this point in the summer but uk summer break still starts mid july i hate you mental and physical exhaustion i hate you stress headaches i hate you exam anxiety and stress i hate you having my only enjoyable exam (the art one) have that ruined by the fact that i have to spend two and a half school days working on it i hate you constant tiredness i hate you school. i love you finding out that my mother doesn't wanna go to that stupid award ceremony i have tmrw either so im not going anymore<3

[satoruvt]

the color of you - green (3)

i feel like in terms of the patterns im tryna leave this chapter wasnt that good but its ok i like it anyways and i hope u do too

pairing → keigo takami x bakery owner!reader

word count → 2072

summary → you’re not really dating, so you can’t really be in love with him… right?

song inspo → xo by eden

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

The grass is so bright.

You don’t know why it looks particularly vibrant today - maybe it’s the sun. It dots the grass under the trees in unusual polygons, the rays lighting up the green in their early-summer light. Your eyes trace the landscape, starting at the ground before moving up. Brown bark of a tree, then the token green of summer again, and finally blue sky. It’s a good day for a walk. 

Keigo squeezes your hand gently and you’re moved back to real-time, no longer focused on the colors of the world.

You’re still surprised this is so easy - of all of the things you thought this relationship would be, easy wasn’t one of the words that came to mind. But it is, Keigo makes it easy, somehow. The first few days, you went home every night from hanging out, going on “dates” just to scream into your pillow that it was you with pro-hero Hawks - albeit fake, it was you.

And his publicist was right about you gaining business - the bakery was flourishing more than ever before, supportive fans coming to try their beloved hero’s girlfriend’s pastries. The money you were getting as a positive consequence was enough for you to actually have money leftover after groceries and bills, not to mention the few employees you had were getting paid what they deserved.

“Hey, stop spacing out,” Keigo says, stopping in the pathway. When you turn to him with a raised eyebrow, he’s pouting playfully. “You’re supposed to be focused on me.”

“Oh, right, of course,” you keen, placing a hand over your heart. “I’m so sorry, my love! Forgive my incompetence…”

He grins. “All is forgiven if you agree to sit with me under the mighty oak tree over yonder.”

His medieval speak makes you cringe (though you’re sure yours isn’t any better) but you let him lead you to the tree he had in mind. He sits down at its base, under the shade of its leaves, and you follow. You lay so your head is on his lap, resting on your back.

It’s not a designated date today - Keigo had a day off (a “day off”) and called to see if you had one as well. You didn’t have to be to the bakery until later into the afternoon, so you figured it couldn’t hurt to spend some time with him (after all, he is your boyfriend now).

He’s talking about Endeavor, how the two of them are best friends, but the Number One hero just doesn’t know it yet. You’re not really focusing on his words, because it’s hitting you hard that he’s fucking pretty. It’s not like you hadn’t noticed it before - you were (are?) a fan, you noticed that he was attractive, but Lord, if it doesn’t show in the sunlight right now. With his perfectly-unruly hair, light and intelligent eyes -

“Oh!” Keigo says, looking down at you. “I just remembered. We should take some pictures.”

It takes you a moment to recover. “Uh - for what?”

“Social media.” He pulls out his phone from his pocket, and you sit up from his lap. You’re sure the two of you look pathetic, taking selfies in the middle of a park, but then again, what’s the harm?

Keigo taps on the photo app, turns his phone sideways, and you brush down your hair that’s sticking in a million different directions once you see yourself in the frame. It doesn’t take long - Keigo sends you an impatient look anyways and you tell him to shut up - and you scoot behind him, resting your head on his shoulder cutely.

That’s the first photo, gentle smiles and green grass. The second one involves you kissing his cheek, and the third one something stupid with both of you sticking your tongues out at the camera. Once he sends them to you, you save them to your phone before putting it back into your pocket.

They’re cute pictures, and for a moment it almost seems like the whole thing is real.

-

The grass is soothing against your skin, but eventually it’s time for you to get back to the bakery.

The walk back to the main entrance of the park is softer from when the two of you came in, conversation more serious than playful (not to say that Keigo doesn’t tease you when the opportunity arises, because he does).

“Are there any big events coming up?” You ask him, swinging your intertwined hands between the two of you. “Like, that we have to go to?”

“Yeah, there’s a hero awards ceremony,” Keigo says, then grimaces slightly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at an awards ceremony before. Or any hero meetings, aside from maybe two.”

“That’s because they suck and take too much energy.”

“Then why are we going to this one? Isn’t it weird for you to suddenly go now?”

“That’s a good question,” Keigo says, and you noticed you’ve reached the front gate. “I’ve got no fucking clue.”

The chuckle that escapes your lips is genuine, and your hand leaves his with a gentle, “I’ll see you later, Kei,” but he pulls you back suddenly. You’re closer than before, and you furrow your brows at him.

“What -”

“There’s some paparazzi behind you,” Keigo says.

Oh.

“I’m gonna kiss you, okay?”

Oh.

You nod, still reeling from when he pulled you to him, and he leans forward. But wait, why is your heart beating so fast -

Keigo’s lips meet yours in a soft kiss, something only meant to convey feeling to the outside world. It’s innocent, an “I-love-you” kiss, and it takes you half a second to reciprocate. But you do, smiling onto his lips - let’s give ‘em a show, you think to yourself - and he places a hand on your cheek. You cover it with your own, and when he pulls away you lean into his palm on instinct.

“Not gonna lie, hero,” you breathe, “you’re really good at that.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” Keigo grins, obviously smug, but you snort.

“Whore.”

“Hey!”

With a laugh, you walk out of the main gate, to the subway station. You can’t help but reminisce about the feeling of Keigo’s lips as you do.

-

The bakery’s having a slow day by the time you walk in, the inside seats only occupied by a few people. The chatter is quiet, barely there, and it reminds you of mid-spring days, sitting outside with friends to catch up. You head back to the kitchen with a greeting to each of your employees, but you barely get started on some cookie dough when you’re called out to the front of the restaurant.

“Y/N, there’s a delivery person here for you,” one of your employees says, and you sigh, thinking about what to do, given that your hands are covered in flour.

“Can you handle it? It’s probably just this week’s dairy,” you respond, working the dough through your fingers. Your employee shakes his head, and he’s got a small smile on his face.

“It’s not that,” he says. “The guy’s got flowers.”

What?

You furrow your brows - “tell him to wait for a minute” - before washing your hands off, wiping the excess water on your apron. When you walk out to the cash register, sure enough, there’s a man waiting with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“Are you Y/N?” He asks when you get close enough, and you nod. “From Hawks.”

You take the bouquet in your hands and you hear a camera snap as you do. When you turn your head to the noise, none of the customers in the bakery show any signs of it being them, but you’re sure it’s one of Keigo’s fans who heard his name. The delivery guy walks out of the bakery and you roll your eyes, laughing to yourself. There’s a tag tied around the stems and you pull on it to read it.

Couldn’t help but notice how you looked at the flowers earlier, so I got you some of your own. If I don’t see them on the counter the next time I’m at the bakery, we’re gonna have some problems.

The note is signed with a loopy scribble of Keigo’s name, and then a heart. It makes you smile and you take out your phone to send a picture of the tag to him, along with a message that reads “received loud and clear.” He responds quickly; “good, they better be in the best vase you can find.”

-

“Why are my flowers in a pot?”

You look up from wiping down the counter, brain thoughtlessly telling you to tell whoever it is at the door that the bakery’s closed, but you’re met with a familiar pair of red wings and golden eyes.

You tuck the damp rag into a pocket in your apron, shrugging as Keigo walks closer to the counter. “It’s a bakery, that’s the best vase I can find,” you say, then pout, “besides, it’s rustic, leave it alone.”

He laughs, and you motion for him to follow you back to the kitchen. “So, what brings you here?”

“My flowers.”

You feign offense, draping the back of your hand over your forehead. “Really? Only the flowers? Not to see little old me, your very own girlfriend?”

Keigo hums, dipping his finger into a mostly-empty tub of icing to taste it. “Mm, I take it back. Not the flowers. It was for this kick-ass icing.”

“You like it?” You ask, and he nods, going in for another finger-ful. “You should try the donuts I just made.”

“Holy shit, can I?”

You giggle at his eagerness, then pull out two donuts from the cooling rack nearby. You hand one to Keigo - a classic glazed - before taking your personal favorite off the rack and taking a bite yourself. When Keigo sees you do it, he does too, and you’re immediately overwhelmed in compliments.

“Jesus, Y/N, I think I’m calling it,” he says, mouth full of pastry. “I’m completely in love with you. How the hell did you get this good?”

You feel the flush in your cheeks before it shows, and you shrug, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. “I’ve just always had a thing for baking, I guess,” you murmur, placing your half-eaten donut on the counter as you lean against it. “That’s how I got this whole place started.”

Keigo looks at you funny and you realize you haven’t told him too much about your career, so you keep talking. “I started the bakery, like, right out of high school. I already knew that I wanted to bake my whole life, so I never thought about using my quirk to become a hero or going to college or any of that stuff.”

He nods, finishing off his donut in another few bites. The silence is weird, not being filled, and it feels good to talk to him about this, so you keep going, playing with the hem of your apron out of habit. “I know my parents are super proud of me for starting my own business so young, but… I did it so fast, and I worry that they think I’m gonna do everything at that same speed. It just puts a lot of pressure on me, you know?”

When you look at Keigo again, he’s got a certain look in his eyes, and you don’t know what it is. You realize that he probably didn’t want to hear about all of your fears with having your own business and panic flushes through your veins at the sudden thought.

“Oh, sorry, you probably didn’t wanna hear about all that,” you rush out, and Keigo’s quick to respond.

“No, it’s just…” he pauses, tapping his fingers on the counter once, twice. “You just summed up my entire career.”

It’s your turn to look at him funny, and it’s his turn to tell you his sob story. “I was chosen to be a hero when I was, like, ten or eleven or something, and I started my own agency when I was eighteen. I like being known as the hero with speed, as someone who can get shit done, but… it’s a lot, sometimes.”

He meets your eyes, and you’re very aware of the new understanding the two of you share. There’s something different in the way he looks at you, now.

And it’s good.

[myfriendthedictionary]

I JUST REMEMBERED YET ANOTHER BUS STORY. (Though this one is less about the bus and more about annoying college admin)

Ok so a few years back my research team was slated to present at a computer science conference in mid-February. We had gotten a pretty bad storm in over the weekend but it was like a Wednesday. So the whole team of 10 of us is all packed and ready to get on the school bus when we check the clock. The bus was 20 minutes late. After some running around, it turned out the admin had cancelled our trip that morning (like 6 hours before we were set to leave) and just never told anyone.

The faculty advisor was already at the conference. We had 2 presentations to give and a reputation to uphold. So we spent like hours begging the science department to put us on a greyhound. It had to be a bit under the table because the college admin was very set on us not going but the department was very set on letting us go if we were game.

Anywho, 3/10 of us went. We got on the bus at like 9pm and had a stopover in one of the sketchiest feeling bus stations I’ve been in at like 1am. We rolled into the destination at 4:30am and had to be up for the keynote at 7am before give our presentations at 3pm. I have no clue how I survived that weekend. (I’m a conference goer who doesn’t skip a single session)

The faculty advisor drove us all back to campus and surprise surprise, the roads were all clear.

-Patroc

OH NO........... that’s AWFUL.... wow oh my god,, I can’t believe they just didn’t ??? Tell you??? And cancelled like ???? Without asking???? man that is very uncool oh my god....

Admin and busses is a terrifying combination. when i used to compete in show choir we’d drive around but those competitions go super late. so we would have had to pay the bus drivers overtime. which ofc u know, my school wasn’t willing to do. but our choir teacher always went to bed early and left us at the awards ceremony. so we would be without a chaperone. As like 25 hs kids walking back to our hotel in la at 3 am. which was probably a safety issue!

that’s also more of a school administration is the worst story, but man im really sorry that happened to you!!! I do not know how you survived that weekend either... i really don’t sleep as much as i am supposed to, but like to function, I have to have like at least 6 hours. Ideally. Especially to deliver a presentation... man.

[boyjadzia]

omg sara @shinelikeastarlight tagged me to do this super long tag game hlep

tagging: @void-for-president, @the-alexandrian-alchemist, @starboysisko, @magnmite, @yacobeanreign (of course only if y’all want)

last text sent: "cool [thumbs up emoji]”

list three favourite colours: ???? don’t do this to me

what time did u wake up at today: 11am, it’s reading period don’t judge me what were u doing last night at midnight: playing drunk rock band name something you can’t wait for: this godforsaken quarter to be over when was the last time u saw ur mother: over winter break/new year’s one thing u wish u could change abt ur life: the crippling depression/abandonment issues are getting kinda old, I’d like to feel like I have a stable community/family who love and support me whats getting on ur nerves rn: the discourse favourite tv shows: star trek (all of them but esp DS9), idk I’m sort of obsessed with yuri on ice at the moment, those two are the main ones tbh? first best friend: my girl India who doesn’t have a tumblr but we’ve been best friends since we met on the playground at age 5. our moms are also tight. listening to rn: nothing, the sound of my laptop fan straining to keep my computer from bursting into flame

3 fears: never having a group of people I feel I can call family, never being in love, cavities

4 turn ons: self-awareness/humility, being sensitive about & respectful of my dysphoria, trust/willingness to be vulnerable, being honest & vocal about what you like 4 turn offs: being boring, being insensitive/distant, not being conscientious about how you interact with my body (i.e. assuming you can just treat my body the same way you’d treat a woman’s body and that’s a-ok), heterosexuality of any kind sexual orientation: gay tbh senior year quote in my year book: oh god some generic hillary clinton quote about feminism I don’t even wanna remember it first thing i notice in a person: ?? what they look like? shoe size: 7M/9W (US) eye colour: hazel hair colour: brown favourite item of clothing: probably my leather jacket, close runners up are my high-waisted black jeans that look good with pretty much anything and my crop top that says “I got to second base at Jonah’s bar mitzvah, January 7th 1978″ what colour of underwear i’m wearing rn: blue/brown/white stripes favourite season: whichever one has like 60-70F weather, used to be summer but now that’s spring lol how much time i spent on designing my blog: not much I just picked a theme the reason i joined tumblr: this is pretty sad but... I wanted to make friends do i ever get “good morning” or “goodnight” texts: only if I’m like talking to someone right before going to bed when did i last hold hands: don’t remember how long does it take me to get ready in the morning: depends, anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour have i shaved my legs in the past 3 days: LMAO try the last 4 years where am i rn: on my couch do i like music loud or at a reasonable level: reasonable, loud noises are scary 3 things i love: my friends, dogs, idk earth? how i feel rn: I need to gtf to sleep lol something i rlly, rlly want: to feel like I don’t have to radically change my body to be attractive to the people I want to attract 3 things that upset me: feeling like I’m hurting or burdening other people, straight men trying to hit on me, the persistent feeling that being transmasc somehow makes me a bad person what i find attractive in other ppl: appreciating subjects other than your field of study, confidence, ambition, someone who’s accomplished interesting things in their life, being friendly, genuine & not condescending 3 habits i have: staying in bed all day on days when I don’t have to do anything, only eating part of my lunch during lunch time and eating the rest for dinner, carrying off ridiculous amounts of free food from events something i fantasize abt: feeling comfortable and secure in my attractiveness vis a vis how my body looks, and in my presence in gendered spaces something im talented at: singing, memorization, embarrassing myself the blog i give the most notes to: idk, probably sara tbh last person re-blogged sth from me: I haven’t checked my notifications in a while o_0 do  i smoke/drink: I drink with friends my favourite food: I’m a big fan of things with cheese in them. also guacamole. my favourite dessert: it really depends ugh I guess cake? what i did yesterday: had my last day of classes, went to work, went to an award ceremony/opening gala for an integrated DNA technologies sponsored exhibit at the field museum (it was so fancy I felt so grown up and fancy), went to kat’s birthday party number of kids i want: ???? number of siblings i have: none something thats constantly on my mind: trangst (trans angst)

last person i messaged on tumblr: teddy (void-for-president) can i drive: nope :/ what state or part of the world do i live in: Chicago, from Brooklyn am i in school: 3rd year undergrad do i get grossed out easily: not generally, but certain specific things will do it (ex. dead animals especially FISH) somewhere i would like to visit for a week: hm maybe go back and see Alaska again? check on that mountain biking trail I helped build in 10th grade i’ll love u if: make an effort to spend your free time with me/take the initiative in telling me that you value my being in your life last show i binge-watched: I binged legend of korra over winter break, probably that what words upset me the most: idk I guess people telling me I’m wrong for existing in the spaces that I occupy? what words make me feel best abt myself: when people tell me they value having me in their lives and that I make them feel good about themselves a wish that i’ve wished for repeatedly on 11:11: that’s not a thing that I do :/ who i would switch lives with for a day: idk maybe someone who’s already gone on T and sings just so I could get a sense of what the voice change is like for a singer? or like. a famous celebrity or something. my favourite ice cream: green tea I think? allergies: minor allergy to raw eggplant I think, every time I eat undercooked eggplant my mouth starts to feel like it’s swelling up, not like my throat is being blocked off but just my mouth starts to hurt quite noticeably sexiest person to come to mind immediately: alskdjfsldk this is really hard uhh uhhh ok see my first thought is like star trek characters but I can’t say that ok let’s go with john boyega he’s gorgeous and seems like a ray of sunshine my childhood career choice: biologist! one of my insecurities: that being transmasc nonbinary and still participating in some women’s spaces/not letting go of some aspects of womanhood makes me a bad person and specifically is harming transfeminine people how many blogs am i following: just over 100 I think how many tabs/different windows do i have open at this very moment: 2 windows, this is the only tab open in this window because my internet sucks and tumblr is a monster website, the other window has 13 tabs coke or pepsi: not super into either, I guess coke although my aunt used to work for pepsi so I should be loyal tea or coffee: tea movie or book: movie probably, I don’t actually read that much it’s embarrassing, although frankly I don’t really watch movies that much either a sense i would be willing to lose: none omg! I guess if I had to pick taste? since taste is mostly smell anyway quote i live by: I don’t really? type of accessory i wear the most: does the leather jacket count? otherwise none last awkward situation i found myself in: I kept trying to pet eva’s dog today but I just ended up scaring her what time is it rn: way too late

a song that made me cry: hallelujah by leonard cohen, not actually, just like made me v emotional (yes I’m thinking abt that yiddish cover) first song u ever sang at karaoke: are we talking like legit karaoke at a karaoke place or like hanging out in my best friend from middle school’s basement singing along with her CD of karaoke tracks for the hottest hits of the mid-2000s bc I don’t remember the former but the latter was definitely sk8r boi

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See this story at CaribbeanLifeNews.com.

By Nelson A. King

A Brooklyn-based group says it will bestow its Accolade Award on renowned Vincentian-born musical arranger and producer Franklyn “Frankie” McIntosh on Oct. 6 at the Russell’s Auditorium in Kingstown, the Vincentian capital.

A&AT Promotion, founded by former Inspector of Police in St. Vincent and the Grenadines Arden C. Tannis and his Barbadian wife, Dr. Arlette Tannis, told Caribbean Life that McIntosh will be honored for his “lifetime contribution to the development of Vincy/Caribbean music.”

Tannis, who heads A&AT Promotion and is president of the Brooklyn-based St. Vincent and the Grenadines Police Association of New York, Inc., said the “ABC of Calypso,” Alston Becket Cyrus, will “headline a cast of artistes, who will perform many of Franklyn’s musical creations.”

The line-up, among others, includes Vincentian songstress Judy Boucher; Barbadian Lilian Lorde; St. Vincent and the Grenadines’ 2018 Calypso King and Queen Zamfir Adams and Joanna Christopher, respectively; and the St. Vincent and the Grenadines Cadet Force Band.

“Accolade, the event, is intended to give accolades to whom it is due, while they are alive, and to appreciate the sentiment expressed by persons whose lives were touched,” Tannis said.

“The Accolade trophy is given only to persons who would have made lifetime contribution to the music and creative industry in the Caribbean,” he added.

Tannis said the show

“brings today’s up and coming artisans with those of yesteryear who would have blazed the trail for them to follow.”

He said the Accolade trophy is “a unique piece of craftsmanship made in St. Vincent and the Grenadines, with significant patriotic, cultural and monetary value, which represents the character of the recipient, Mr. Franklyn McIntosh.”

The inaugural awards ceremony was held last year at the Russell’s Auditorium.

At that event, Boucher — who was celebrating the 30th anniversary of the release of her hit single, “Can’t be with You Tonight,” the hit that catapulted her to international recognition — received the Accolate Award.

In October 2015, McIntosh was inducted into the Sunshine Awards Hall of Fame in New York.

Prior to the induction, on Oct. 1, 2015, the Trinidad and Tobago Guardian reported that McIntosh, since the mid-1970s, has arranged over 2,500 songs and led recording sessions “with almost every important calypsonian and soca artist in the Caribbean.

“He is a member of the elite pantheon of arrangers, incluing Ed Watson, Leston Paul, Clive Bradley and Pelham Goddard, who helped forge the revolutionary soca style in the late 1970s and early 1980s,” the paper said.

The Guardian noted at St. Vincent and the Grenadines “has aready given McIntosh the rare honor of putting him on a stamp.”’

McIntosh was born in Kingstown in 1946. His father, Arthur McIntosh, led a popular dance orchestra, the Melotones.

The band played primarily instrumental dance orchestrations of calypso, Latin, and American stan-dards, but members gathered at the McIntosh home on Sunday afternoons for jazz jam sessions, the Guardian said.

It said McIntosh took piano lessons as a youngster, starting at nine, then joined his father’s band at 10 and formed his own band by 14.

After graduating high school and teaching in Antigua and Barbuda for three years, McIntosh migrated to New York and began studying music at Brooklyn College in 1968.

While earning a bachelor’s degree in music at Brooklyn College and a master’s in music at New York University, he played keyboards with several Caribbean and American R&B groups, and “jammed with leading New York jazz musicians,” the Guardian said.

It said McIntosh trained under many leading musicians, including John Lewis of the Modern Jazz Quartet and Chopin expert Zenon Fishbein.

According to the Guardian, McIntosh’s “first foray into calypso” came in the summer of 1976, when Becket, who had recently relocated to New York, approached him about “tightening up several of his calypso arrangements for an upcoming Manhattan boat-ride engagement.

“The two hit it off, and, shortly after, McIntosh arranged his first calypso recordings for Becket’s 1977 Disco Calypso album, which included Becket’s most popular song, ‘Coming High,’” the Guardian reported.

Vincentian Granville Straker, Brooklyn’s premiere record producer at the time, was “highly im-pressed” with the Becket recordings, and, in 1978, approached McIntosh about arranging for his label, the Guardian said.

“The two Vincentians would go on to forge a musical alliance that would last for decades,” it added, stating that McIntosh became musical director for Straker’s Records, “organizing the house record-ing band and arranging for dozens of Straker’s calypsonians,” including Chalkdust, Shadow, Calypso Rose, Winston Soso, Poser, Lord Nelson, Singing Francine, Duke and King Wellington, among others.

McIntosh also went on to arrange for Brooklyn’s other major calypso/soca labels, Charlie’s Records and B’s Records.

As the music moved into the 1980s, the Guardian said McIntosh emerged at the forefront of the new soca style, with arrangements famous for their innovative horn lines, catchy synthesizer figures and sophisticated harmonic settings.

Though McIntosh maintained his permanent resi-dence in Brooklyn, the paper said his influence was felt throughout the Caribbean.

It said classic calypsos that won the Trinidad and Tobago’s Calypso Monarch for Chalkdust in 1981 (“Things That Worry Me”) and 1989 (“Chauffer Wanted”), and the Road March for Sparrow in 1984 (“Doh Back Back”) and for Duke in 1987 (“Thunder”) featured McIntosh arrange?ments.

Over the years, McIntosh has performed at popu-lar jazz festivals, like the Barbados Jazz Festival and the St. Lucia Jazz Festival, the Guardian said.

It said that, in recent times, McIntosh “has been heard around Brooklyn” with the talented Trinidadian pannist Garvin Blake, whose latest CD, “Parallel Overtures,” McIn?tosh arranged.

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Go to Source Brooklyn group to honor Vincy musical arranger See this story at CaribbeanLifeNews.com. By Nelson A. King A Brooklyn-based group says it will bestow its Accolade Award on renowned Vincentian-born musical arranger and producer Franklyn “Frankie” McIntosh on Oct.