Part 7 (2/2)
”Hey, Brittani,” I said all extra cheerful on the phone. ”I was just about to call you.”
”To what, tell me you're on the cover of the next issue of King Magazine about to hit stands any day now.”
”You heard about it already?” I asked in an excited voice.
”Yeah, all the blogs posted it.”
”Perfect!”
”When did you shoot it, and why didn't you tell me?”
”Remember that thing I said I had brewing but I didn't want to mention it until it actually happened?”
”Clearly it happened and it must have been awhile ago if it's already about to drop.”
”I only did it a few weeks ago, it was a rush job. I wanted to share the news when it was actually done and out.”
”You so paranoid. They ain't gon' have you show up to shoot the d.a.m.n thing only to shelve it.”
”Listen, you never know how the cookies will crumble when you dealing with these industry types. I was waiting for everything to be on the up and up.”
”Now you know, so you don't have to hold back. This really is a great look for you.”
”I know! With all the bulls.h.i.+t I've been dealing with lately s.h.i.+t is finally coming together for me. I want you to come out tomorrow. They're having a party to celebrate my cover. It should be super cute.”
”Wow! You getting the royal treatment.”
”That's why I want you there so we can both overindulge.”
”Say no more. This my type of s.h.i.+t. Now let me go so I can find an outfit for tomorrow.”
”Awesome, you know you're more than welcome to raid my closet even though I'm not big on sharing but you're my bestie.”
”Thanks for the offer, but come on now, you ain't got no new hot s.h.i.+t I want to wear.”
”Say that now, but give me a couple of months. You'll be dying to raid my closet and I'ma be like 'No Mam'.'
”I'll take my chances.”
”Remember you said that, but go 'head and tend to Destiny 'cause I hear her whining for you in the background.” We both laughed. ”I'll talk to you later.”
When I got off the phone I went straight to my computer so I could see what people were saying about me on the blogs. The comments were relatively good but there were a couple of certified groupie haters posting bulls.h.i.+t comments. But that was ok with me because I knew it came with the territory when you put yourself out there.
After surfing through all the blogs, I put a call in to Lorenzo. Once again I hadn't spoken to him in ions but to my surprise he answered. ”What's good, Lorenzo?”
”You tell me.”
”Everything is going great. The magazine is actually throwing me a party tomorrow and I was hoping you could come. And don't tell me it's last minute so you can't make it because I sent you a text with all the details a few weeks ago.”
”Yeah, I got it but I was extremely busy.”
”So does that mean you are coming?”
”I'ma try my hardest. You know I wanna support you.”
”I need all the people who want me to win, there showing love.”
”Listen, Dior, don't ever question if I want you to win because I do. When I don't answer my phone or call you back it's because I'm handling business. I got a lot going on and most of the time I just can't talk. But I will be at your party tomorrow night and we're going to celebrate. I will also be buying up every copy of the magazine I can get my hands on.”
”Lorenzo, you're the best!”
”Hold up. I think we have a bad connection. Did you just say I was the best?”
”Stop with the bulls.h.i.+t,” I laughed. ”Yes, I think you are the best. I still don't know why you're doing so much for me but I really am grateful.”
”You ever heard this old song by the group Wham, it's called Everything She Wants?”
”No! Who the h.e.l.l is Wham?”
”It's a group George Michael started out in.”
”I wouldn't peg you for listening to George Michael's music.”
”I listen to all sorts of music. But when you get a chance check out that song, listen to the lyrics.”
”Why?”
”Because it somewhat reminds me of you, especially the line 'Everything she wants is everything she sees' that's why I'm doing what I am for you.”
”Because I want everything I see?”
”No, because you're bold enough to ask for it and not feel any shame for wanting it. I find that appealing.” When Lorenzo said that I was tempted to be bold and ask him for some d.a.m.n money. I knew he would give it to me but one thing I learned early on in playing the game of money and men. If a man thinks all you need is basic bulls.h.i.+t to be satisfied then that's all you'll ever get from him-and money for bills was basic s.h.i.+t, I don't care how much they added up to. I would just have to hang in there for a little while longer and be broke.
”Men have told me a lot of different reasons they find me appealing but that was never one of them.”
”Never worry about what a man tells you, be concerned about what he doesn't tell you. I'll see you tomorrow night, Dior.”
For a few minutes after Lorenzo hung up I stood there trying to a.n.a.lyze our entire conversation. He was very intriguing for several different reasons and I almost missed out on ever finding that out. When I met him at the club, I turned him down flat because I was too busy chasing after Sway. If he hadn't come to find me none of the things that were happening for me now would be. It was crazy; the person I didn't want to give two seconds of my time was the one who was giving me what I desired most.** *
”Yo, this party really is cute! They laid it out nice for you,” Brittani beamed.
”Yeah, and mad celebrities showed up. These pics will be everywhere tomorrow.”
”Hi Dior.” A girl said, waving and walking up on me. ”Remember me, I'm Courtney.”
”Yes, hey Courtney.” I quickly recognized her sweet face. ”This is my friend, Brittani.”
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