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So once again, I was sitting in a room waiting for the program director. This was a very humbling experience for me. I swore, as soon as I got this deal, I was going to put this radio station on blast, especially that prissy little bitch. You’d have thought I was in here asking for handouts. All I was asking for was some airtime.
I did everything I could think of to keep from losing my sanity, including reading all the banners and flyers hanging on the walls. When the door finally opened and a very tall man walked through, I hoped and prayed it was finally the program director and not another wannabe like Miss Priss.
“Hello, pretty lady. I’m the program director, Jay Spinz. How are you today?”
Thank God. Those were the words that I’d been waiting to hear all damn evening. “Oh, I’m fine,” I answered with a warm smile. “I’m a little nervous, but happy to be here.”
Jay was different from the others I’d seen so far. He was far more hospitable, with a very pleasant attitude. “Oh, don’t be nervous, sweetheart. I’ve heard about some of your work, and you’re hot, Melissa. To be honest, I wonder why it took you so long to come in here to holler at me.” At that very moment, my confidence level rose to the roof. A huge smile crossed my face to the point that my cheeks were actually hurting. It was so fulfilling to know that the people at the radio station actually knew of me. “You really know your stuff, baby girl. From what I hear, you’re the shit.”
“Thank you so much. I’ve been working tremendously hard on this album, and I really wanted to showcase my talent. There’s so many things I can do if I only have the opportunity and the right people in my corner.” Of course your girl knows how to sell herself, so it should come as no surprise that I was working the room. Jay sat for almost ten minutes as I ranted and raved about my progression as a solo artist and how I ghostwrote for many local artists here. “Like I mentioned before, I just need the right people in my corner,” I emphasized, hoping he was willing to jump on the bandwagon to help promote me. “So do you think my song will do well on the radio?” I asked.
For a second there was silence as Jay began to lustfully scrutinize me from head to toe like I was a piece of meat he was getting ready to sink his teeth into. Again, I repeated my question, because it was obvious that his mind was traveling to all the wrong places, like a typical man. “Do you think my music will do well in the eight p.m. mix?”
Jay immodestly smiled as he leaned closer toward me and turned the lock on the door. At that moment I was wondering what the hell was going on because the mood had suddenly shiftedfrom professional to personal. “Yes, I agree with you one hundred percent, Melissa. You are certainly talented, and I for one want to be in your corner.”
Feeling a bit awkward and out of place, I tried to steer the conversation back to my music, hoping he was still on that subject, although my better judgment was telling me he wasn’t. “So here’s my CD.” I reached into my bag for it. “Tracks 1, 5, and 9 are my favorites because they really showcase my range and versatility.”
Jay took the CD, set it on the table behind me, and took the liberty of putting his hands on my thighs. At that moment I knew exactly what was up, but there was no way I was sleeping with this man. Who does he think he is to leave me sitting in this fucking office for hours waiting for him, just to have him bluntly make sexual gestures toward me?
“Maybe you don’t get what I’m trying to say to you. I heard about
you
, not your music. Fatz told me all about the good work you put in, and I really want to see if you’re as good as they all say you are.”
Oh, my God
, I thought. The moment he said Fatz’s name, I knew my secret was blown. No one knew what was going on behind closed doors at the studio but me and the family, but it’s apparent that
So once again, I was sitting in a room waiting for the program director. This was a very humbling experience for me. I swore, as soon as I got this deal, I was going to put this radio station on blast, especially that prissy little bitch. You’d have thought I was in here asking for handouts. All I was asking for was some airtime.
I did everything I could think of to keep from losing my sanity, including reading all the banners and flyers hanging on the walls. When the door finally opened and a very tall man walked through, I hoped and prayed it was finally the program director and not another wannabe like Miss Priss.
“Hello, pretty lady. I’m the program director, Jay Spinz. How are you today?”
Thank God. Those were the words that I’d been waiting to hear all damn evening. “Oh, I’m fine,” I answered with a warm smile. “I’m a little nervous, but happy to be here.”
Jay was different from the others I’d seen so far. He was far more hospitable, with a very pleasant attitude. “Oh, don’t be nervous, sweetheart. I’ve heard about some of your work, and you’re hot, Melissa. To be honest, I wonder why it took you so long to come in here to holler at me.” At that very moment, my confidence level rose to the roof. A huge smile crossed my face to the point that my cheeks were actually hurting. It was so fulfilling to know that the people at the radio station actually knew of me. “You really know your stuff, baby girl. From what I hear, you’re the shit.”
“Thank you so much. I’ve been working tremendously hard on this album, and I really wanted to showcase my talent. There’s so many things I can do if I only have the opportunity and the right people in my corner.” Of course your girl knows how to sell herself, so it should come as no surprise that I was working the room. Jay sat for almost ten minutes as I ranted and raved about my progression as a solo artist and how I ghostwrote for many local artists here. “Like I mentioned before, I just need the right people in my corner,” I emphasized, hoping he was willing to jump on the bandwagon to help promote me. “So do you think my song will do well on the radio?” I asked.
For a second there was silence as Jay began to lustfully scrutinize me from head to toe like I was a piece of meat he was getting ready to sink his teeth into. Again, I repeated my question, because it was obvious that his mind was traveling to all the wrong places, like a typical man. “Do you think my music will do well in the eight p.m. mix?”
Jay immodestly smiled as he leaned closer toward me and turned the lock on the door. At that moment I was wondering what the hell was going on because the mood had suddenly shiftedfrom professional to personal. “Yes, I agree with you one hundred percent, Melissa. You are certainly talented, and I for one want to be in your corner.”
Feeling a bit awkward and out of place, I tried to steer the conversation back to my music, hoping he was still on that subject, although my better judgment was telling me he wasn’t. “So here’s my CD.” I reached into my bag for it. “Tracks 1, 5, and 9 are my favorites because they really showcase my range and versatility.”
Jay took the CD, set it on the table behind me, and took the liberty of putting his hands on my thighs. At that moment I knew exactly what was up, but there was no way I was sleeping with this man. Who does he think he is to leave me sitting in this fucking office for hours waiting for him, just to have him bluntly make sexual gestures toward me?
“Maybe you don’t get what I’m trying to say to you. I heard about
you
, not your music. Fatz told me all about the good work you put in, and I really want to see if you’re as good as they all say you are.”
Oh, my God
, I thought. The moment he said Fatz’s name, I knew my secret was blown. No one knew what was going on behind closed doors at the studio but me and the family, but it’s apparent that
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