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was just doing my job, man. That’s all.”
    “I hear that, I hear that. Well, listen, let me go mingle with some people and I’ll holler back at you. Later, dude!” He threw up the peace sign and walked off.
    Christopher nodded with his cup full of Hennessey. He was proud to see up and coming young artists receive their due. He had been applauded by the industry for his eclectic producing style, often switching it up depending on who he worked with. He produced rock acts, country artists, and was the mastermind behind several hip-hop classic records. Champagne Cris was the man.
    Christopher Schmidt was a lonely person.
    He started creating beats when he was a child, as young as ten. He would beat-box into the microphone and play it back for his friends who would rap against the beat. As he grew older he spent much time in clubs, DJ-ing during the weekends and some weekday nights. His mother implored him to finish high school, but Christopher knew college wasn’t in his future. He wanted to be a producer. He wanted to make classic records and beats like his idol, Dr. Dre.
    He bought the latest equipment, sometimes spending a whole paycheck and forgoing groceries for the month. He would spend hours cultivating his craft, going over a stanza until it was perfect to his ears. He created mix-tapes and gave them away to anyone who cared. He didn’t care about the money; he knew it was going to come. He just wanted to be known.
    Several years later, Christopher finally got his big break. He was signed to a major label and created beats for their powerhouse artists. His overnight success actually took several years but it was all worth it once he got his first big check. He entertained the groupies and often slept with struggling female artists who couldn’t afford his services but wanted to repay him in some way.
    But at the end of the night, he was alone. He woke up alone, he ate alone, and he slept alone.
    “I’m tired of this shit,” Christopher muttered to himself.
    “Tired of what? We just got here.” Christopher’s brother and manager, Dean, stood beside him.
    “Nah, not the party, man.” Christopher shook his head. “I’m tired of being alone.”
    “Being alone?” Dean was incredulous. “Didn’t I just see you with three different women last week?”
    “No, I’m not talking about those chickenheads I mess with. I’m talking about a woman. A real woman. Someone who can season a chicken and not roll a blunt. She probably wouldn’t know what a blunt is.” Christopher fantasized. “I’m talking about someone who can be my freak in the sheets and a lady in the streets.”
    “Yeah, those chicks don’t exist, bro,” Dean said apologetically. “I have yet to meet one.”

    Christopher looked up and saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. She was lithe and wearing a dress so tight, it appeared to be painted on her body. She had long flowing hair—it looked real and her own, not a weave. Her lips sparkled with a nude lipstick and her eyes danced whenever someone greeted her.
    Christopher was already in love and determined to have her. “Nah, they exist,” Christopher determined. “I’m sure of it. Excuse me for a minute, bro.” Christopher walked up to Tiana and introduced himself. “Hello, there.”
    “Hello,” Tiana smiled back.
    “How are you doing tonight? I noticed you were alone.” Christopher asked.
    Tiana looked back at the man before her. He was White, thick around the waist, and his mouth boasted of shiny grills. She would later find out the grills were platinum. He had his brown hair cropped close to his head and a light beard and goatee. He had inquisitive brown eyes and a seductive tone.
    He wore a long platinum chain and was a walking advertisement for several stores, based on all of the name brands he was sporting. Despite his interesting looks, the man was attractive. “I’m doing just fine and I’m just here temporarily to say hi to Steven and then I’ll