Part 7 (1/2)
”h.e.l.lo,” I answered in a real bad f.u.c.kin' mood. For one I was getting a pedicure that I couldn't afford and two I didn't recognize the number and I regretted even taking the call.
”Is this Dior?”
”Who wants to know?”
”This Quinton from King Magazine.” I bit down on my bottom lip trying to gain my composure.
”Hey Quinton, what's up?” I asked trying to sound real non-pressed.
”Lorenzo gave me your number so we could connect on this magazine shoot.”
”What shoot?”
”For the cover. Lorenzo didn't tell you?”
”Oh that's right. I've been so busy lately I almost forgot.”
”I understand but do you think we can do this tomorrow?”
”Tomorrow coming up?”
”Yeah, I don't know another tomorrow. I know it's short notice but we want you for the issue coming up and we real real behind. We need to go to print like yesterday. It's my fault. I was supposed to get in touch with you a few weeks ago but I got caught up in some other things then I misplaced your number and had to call Lorenzo to get it again. So you think you can come through?”
”I guess I can make it happen,” I said like my calendar was full when I didn't have s.h.i.+t on it.
”Cool, that's what's up. I'ma text you with the time and location information. I appreciate you doing this on such short notice.”
”No problem.”
”So I'll see you tomorrow but if you have any problems you can hit me back on this number, it's my cell.”
”Will do, thanks.” When I hung up the phone I wanted to jump up and do a f.u.c.king happy dance. I couldn't believe Lorenzo had really come through. I hadn't been able to get him on the phone in weeks and I was cussing his a.s.s out every day. Now I felt kinda bad so I called him to let him know how grateful I was that he delivered. But when I dialed his number the s.h.i.+t rang like always and then went to voicemail. I just hung up.
I was not comprehending how a n.i.g.g.a could hook up some major s.h.i.+t for you but then ignore your a.s.s like he didn't want to be bothered. Trying to figure out this m.u.t.h.e.rf.u.c.kin' s.h.i.+t was driving me crazy. I mean everybody had a motive for doing something but it was like whatever Lorenzo's was didn't include him talking to me. But I refused to let not being able to get him on the phone ruin my high.
I was about to call Brittani and share my news but scratched that. I was going to stick to the original plan. She would see the s.h.i.+t when it came out like everybody which would be soon. I was so d.a.m.n happy I had been so broke because that meant I couldn't eat good. With no time to starve myself for the shoot I had already being doing that out of necessity. So tomorrow I would be cover girl ready without even trying.
When I hit the location early the next morning I was ready for them to get me prepared for my close-up. I sat in the chair and let the makeup artist beat my face until you couldn't see a trace of a blemish. They had a b.i.t.c.h looking so d.a.m.n polished I wanted to f.u.c.k myself.
”For the cover shot we want you to wear the same bra and panty set you wore on Phenomenon's video, since you know that's what put you on everybody's radar,” the stylist informed me when she walked up.
”That's cool with me. Did they give it to you?”
”Oh yeah! That was the concept we always planned to go with so we requested it from the stylist that worked on the video weeks ago. The headline on the cover is going to be, 'Meet The New Phenomenon' you know a play on words but also incorporating the video.”
”Whatever you wanna do, I'm ready.”
”Great, we'll see you on the set in a few.”
I was getting anxious waiting for the makeup artist to make his final touches. ”What is your name? Because you are fierce with a brush.”
”Cornelius aka Black Glamour.”
”You have to make sure you give me your number before I leave. When I blow up I want you to be my personal makeup artist.”
”No problem, doll,” he said handing me his business card. I gladly took it and went in my dressing room to get ready. I slipped on the gray laced bra and panty set. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was feeling like a superstar although I wasn't one yet. Right when I was about to walk out I heard my cell ringing and it was Lorenzo.
”d.a.m.n, I can't believe you on the other end of my phone,” I spit in a half joking, half serious voice.
”Don't start. I was checking to see if Quinton got in touch with you.”
”We so pa.s.s the getting in touch phase. My makeup is done. I'm in my bra and panties about to hit the set.”
”Right now?”
”Yep, it was some extra last minute s.h.i.+t but that always brings out the best results.”
”I'm glad everything worked out.”
”Me too. But seriously, Lorenzo, thank you for making this happen for me. I ain't gon' lie I was doubting you but you came through. I so needed this.”
”If you ever get to know me Dior, you'll know I ain't gon' tell you nothing I can't deliver on.”
”I'm learning quickly to not be a doubter when it comes to you.”
”Good. Now go out there and give King the best cover they've ever seen.”
”Wait,” I called out so he wouldn't hang up the phone.
”What is it?”
”You have to come to New York so we can celebrate.”
”I'm already in New York.”
”That's even better. Maybe we can go out tonight or tomorrow. If I should celebrate with anybody it should be you.”
”Thanks for the offer but I got too much business to handle to celebrate anything. But you go out and have a good time. We'll celebrate in the next couple weeks once I've gotten my business under control.”
”If that works best for you then that's what we'll do.”
”Good, now go have some fun and don't blow it.”
”You don't have to worry. I was born ready for this opportunity.”
”I know you were, just wanted to hear you say it. Bye, Dior.”
”Bye.” I wasn't exaggerating when I said I was born ready for this. I had named it a long time ago and now it was time for me to claim it.”