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The crowd got even louder. “Tonight! The realest bitch in the world is about to rip this mothafucka up! Are y’all ready?” The crowd continued to scream. “I said, are y’all fuckin’ ready?” The crowd got so loud that the whole club felt like it was shaking. “D.C.! Here she is! It’s Clarity!”
    The instrumental from Jay-Z’s song “Can I Live” came on and Clarity hit the stage. Clarity was a sexy, thick redbone with long, curly hair that stopped at the middle of her back. She was rocking a tight, black cotton mini dress that easily flaunted her well-shaped figure. She strutted across the stage wearing some black Gucci frames and black three-inch heels. Latrice had never seen Clarity and didn’tknow how pretty she was. There was no doubt that Clarity would be very marketable and that the fellas would be all over her, too. Latrice wanted to sign her even more now.
    Clarity started to spit. “Y’all know fake-bitches be makin’ me sick—So when they see me, I don’t see ’em in the Benz, ’cause my tints be extra thick—I’m on some killer, I’ma murder shit—I bust my gun, I got ’em —I don’t run, I get my nigga Dull to scoop me quick—I’m really ’bout my paper, bitch!—You betta pay me, Poppo/ For that brick—Or I’ll send el goupo to come bust ya ’shit—I’m the topic of a lot of shit—Like who’s money she’s stuffing—Who’s she fucking—And who’s the bitch she’s mean mugging—I’m the shit and I’m loving it—I’m the best bitch in the game—Ain’t even playing with the cards I get—So when they deal—And say you gotta play that shit—Just say fuck ’em—Make something from nothing—And get it how you live, youngin’.”
    Latrice was blown away by Clarity’s lyrics. She thought she could rap better than most guys and thought her delivery was crazy. She hadn’t seen a female rapper with her type of intensity and caliber since Lil’ Kim. If Clarity was on her label, other rappers in the game would seriously have to step their shit up. Clarity performed for another half hour doing songs that no one had ever heard. The crowd went crazy when Clarity finally left the stage. Latrice couldn’t wait to talk to her. The music came back on and everyone started dancing and going back to the bar again to get more drinks.
    â€œDamn. Her performance was something else. Her ass made me wanna try to rap,” Teyron proclaimed.
    â€œHell yeah. She’s the hottest bitch out right now,” Latrice replied.
    Without Latrice even noticing, Fantasy came up behind her and tapped her on her shoulder.
    â€œLatrice, right?”
    â€œHey, Fantasy.”Latrice looked at Fantasy and saw she still had on the same raggedy clothes that she’d had on earlier. The only thing Fantasy did differently to herself was change her shoes. She replaced her old beat-up Reeboks with some flat dress shoes. Latrice knew that Fantasy looked like a hot ghetto-ass mess, and thought that saying “fuck it” was her style.
    â€œDid you enjoy the show?” Fantasy asked.
    â€œHell yeah. Clarity is like that, for real.”
    â€œSo are you ready to meet her?”
    Latrice was so excited that she couldn’t even talk. All she could do was nod her head yes. “All right, follow me.”
    Latrice looked over at Teyron. “If I don’t see you before the club let out, call me in a few days so I can tell you what I think of your demo.” Teyron assured her he would call as he watched her follow Fantasy onto the crowded dance floor.
    Fantasy took Latrice to the back of the club. Clarity was waiting for her in a private room. Latrice was getting nervous and didn’t know what she was going to say to Clarity when she finally met her. She had a one-shot deal to sign