Read Online For the Love of Money by Omar Tyree - Free Book Online Page B

said, “Yeah.”
    It was a good thing I was determined to do the interview. Otherwise, had I been an egotistical star, I would have walked off and driven back home for more sleep. My parents only lived fifteen minutes away from the station.
    I walked in the studio and met Wendy Williams, a tall, big-eyed, busty sister. She had the natural energy of five cups of coffee with plenty of cream and sugar added.
    â€œTracy Ellison Grant! I’m so glad to finally meet you! Here, have a seat,” she said, tossing the belongings of Dee Lee (one of her two male cohosts from the Dream Team Morning Show) to the floor.
    â€œYeah, just
throw
my stuff on the floor. I don’t mind,” the light, bright brother cracked at her.
    â€œIt shouldn’t have been there. You know that’s my guest chair.”
    â€œWell, just
maybe
I had it set up so I could politely move it for the lovely sister to sit down.”
    â€œSo, in other words, I busted your groove.”
    â€œYes, you did. Like always.”
    â€œWell, Dee Lee, learn to stop
harassing
my guests then.”
    â€œOh, now Wendy, don’t you
dare
go there, because I have
nada
to say to you when you invite the entire Philadelphia
Eagles
backfield up in here so you can foam at the mouth.”
    She broke into a laugh and said, “;Oh my God! Just don’t tell my husband.”
    â€œTreat me with some respect then,” Dee Lee told her. “I’m not a punk named Robin to your Batman. I’m like Bruce Lee playing Kato, and I’ll kick your ass up in here. Then it’ll be me and your husband fighting.”
    Wendy actually jumped out of her rotating chair and threw a couple of karate moves on him. They were acting as if it was lunchtime or something. They were having
big
fun! Eight o’clock in the morning!
    â€œExcuse us, Tracy, because we
are
adults in here. At least
some
of us are,” Wendy joked again.
    I grinned and said, “This is your house. I’m just a visitor.”
    I wish Hollywood was that fun. After you’ve been on the set for a few days, doing useless repetitions of the same small scenes, the fun just leaps out of it. Until, of course, you wrap and get ready for editing. That’s when it begins to be fun again, waiting for your show to air on television or your film to premiere in the theaters. At least for the people who make the final cuts with standout lines and scenes.
    When the red light flashed to go back on air at Power 99 FM, Wendy and Dee Lee took their silliness from the break and went right on air with it.
    Wendy pushed her chair up to the microphone and said, “Our guest for the day is Philadelphia’s own movie star, Tracy Ellison Grant, of the Hollywood film
Led Astray,
who many of you also know from
Flyy Girl,
a book written about her life growing up right here in the Germantown area of Philadelphia, and the fast life of the 1980s. Well, Tracy is here in our Power 99 FM studios everyone, and Dee Lee, my infamous cohost, has already tried to hit on her, but I busted his groove. So now he’s all upset with me and he’s
threatening
to tell my husband about all of the Philadelphia Eagles that I bring on the show just to flirt with. But it will
never
work,because my husband loves me, trusts me, and he
knows
that everything I do at Power 99 FM is only a business thing, and a business thing alone.”
    Dee Lee said, “Yeah, right. I’ll tell him a few things that were entirely
not
business.”
    â€œYeah, Dee Lee, like what?” she called him out. “What exactly are you gonna tell my loving and
secure
—which is a very big word in working marriages, by the way, for all of you new couples out there—husband?”
    â€œOh, now, Wendy, don’t let me get started on the time you took home-boy in the back and ah—”
    â€œAnyway,” she said, cutting him off with a laugh.
    â€œHe won’t be so
secure
after that,” Dee Lee