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Authors: Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
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emails. She looks up again all smiles. “Looks like this afternoon pow-wow has been postponed. I have to call your lover and his pal.”
“ And you’re happy because…?” I ask. I let the lover joke pass for now.
“ Well, does this meal come with dessert?” she asks, looking around. “We have more time now.” She leans forward. “Callia gave me a very interesting document yesterday.”
Finally, some real good dirt. “ Garçon ! Your dessert menu, please!”
All a girl needs is a nice warm bath and two overbearing sisters. Then everything looks better, brighter and less annoying. After my lunch with Kathie I spent the rest of the day and the beginning of the evening with Lee, working demos for “Second Coming” and “Infatuation”. They turned out great; even Lee was impressed and pleased. It was about 8.00 p.m. when I finally got home; that’s when the warm bath therapy started. I silenced my phone, put on some classical music and laid there for a good forty-five minutes, resting my muscles, clearing my minds. No piercing, green eyes in sight, no sexy smile to make me lose my focus, just me myself and I.
After the bath I ate a small snack; working all afternoon and through dinner, I forgot to eat our Chinese take-out. I felt much better. Things started to look bright again. That ’s when the overbearing sisters kicked in. First, Noor, who had promised to call me back; she had spoken Axelle about the situation and the verdict was to stick it where the sun never shines, but with my talent. I truly believed that they wanted to hurt Marcus – and I mean physically. I had to do a bit of convincing, during what was now a three-way call, that I would deal with it on my own. I would do this album and I would finish it. Was I less annoyed by this situation after all this? Yes, but not with my sisters.
I arrive at the office around 10 a.m. with a new attitude and new outlook. Our meeting is in less than an hour; Kathie will call me when everybody is here. I just get settled when I hear a couple of knocks on my door. Please don’t let it be Marcus; I’m not ready for strike two just yet. Today is my turn.
“ Hey, Soul Sister!” Beesly whimpers by the door. That’s a surprise. Beesly? Alone? She enters the room, her stick-thin body hidden in a large, parka-like, green dress. I smell another surgery. Her breasts look larger. “How have you been, Lucia?” she adds, smiling at me.
“ Hi Beesly. I’m great. My time off was amazing. Thank you for the hook-ups in Miami. I shopped until I dropped…then shopped some more,” I say.
“ I can see that. You look wonderful and well rested.” She gives me a quick hug and backs away. “That dress…is it?
Michael Kors fall/winter collection? You betcha! “Yes!” I say, laughing, “Thank you again.” I take the demos out of my bag. “I have a couple of songs for you guys.”
Beesly takes my hand and sits me down. “Listen, Lucia, I wanted to see you before the meeting.” She lowers her eyes. “About Marcus…” She looks back. “I’m sorry. I should have said no to Matt. But you know how it is.”
I can ’t believe she just did that. “Beesly, it’s okay, but thank you,” I sincerely tell her. “This means a lot.” I squeeze her hand. “Soul Sister,” I add. We both laugh then I play the demos for her. She’s moving her head with the music, smiling and even singing a little. I have to say I’m very nervous and I’m happy she’s the first one hearing them. She adjusts her dress (no hidden bandage. I guess it’s just a particular fashion statement).
“ So?” I ask when the songs end. “Bear in mind that I’m not a singer like you, it’s just a rough arrangement.”
“ That was you?” Beesly asks surprised. “I like them! And I’m known to be the picky one.” Don’t I know it! “The guys from the band did mention your voice. But you have an amazing one. I would love to use you as backup.”
“
“ And you’re happy because…?” I ask. I let the lover joke pass for now.
“ Well, does this meal come with dessert?” she asks, looking around. “We have more time now.” She leans forward. “Callia gave me a very interesting document yesterday.”
Finally, some real good dirt. “ Garçon ! Your dessert menu, please!”
All a girl needs is a nice warm bath and two overbearing sisters. Then everything looks better, brighter and less annoying. After my lunch with Kathie I spent the rest of the day and the beginning of the evening with Lee, working demos for “Second Coming” and “Infatuation”. They turned out great; even Lee was impressed and pleased. It was about 8.00 p.m. when I finally got home; that’s when the warm bath therapy started. I silenced my phone, put on some classical music and laid there for a good forty-five minutes, resting my muscles, clearing my minds. No piercing, green eyes in sight, no sexy smile to make me lose my focus, just me myself and I.
After the bath I ate a small snack; working all afternoon and through dinner, I forgot to eat our Chinese take-out. I felt much better. Things started to look bright again. That ’s when the overbearing sisters kicked in. First, Noor, who had promised to call me back; she had spoken Axelle about the situation and the verdict was to stick it where the sun never shines, but with my talent. I truly believed that they wanted to hurt Marcus – and I mean physically. I had to do a bit of convincing, during what was now a three-way call, that I would deal with it on my own. I would do this album and I would finish it. Was I less annoyed by this situation after all this? Yes, but not with my sisters.
I arrive at the office around 10 a.m. with a new attitude and new outlook. Our meeting is in less than an hour; Kathie will call me when everybody is here. I just get settled when I hear a couple of knocks on my door. Please don’t let it be Marcus; I’m not ready for strike two just yet. Today is my turn.
“ Hey, Soul Sister!” Beesly whimpers by the door. That’s a surprise. Beesly? Alone? She enters the room, her stick-thin body hidden in a large, parka-like, green dress. I smell another surgery. Her breasts look larger. “How have you been, Lucia?” she adds, smiling at me.
“ Hi Beesly. I’m great. My time off was amazing. Thank you for the hook-ups in Miami. I shopped until I dropped…then shopped some more,” I say.
“ I can see that. You look wonderful and well rested.” She gives me a quick hug and backs away. “That dress…is it?
Michael Kors fall/winter collection? You betcha! “Yes!” I say, laughing, “Thank you again.” I take the demos out of my bag. “I have a couple of songs for you guys.”
Beesly takes my hand and sits me down. “Listen, Lucia, I wanted to see you before the meeting.” She lowers her eyes. “About Marcus…” She looks back. “I’m sorry. I should have said no to Matt. But you know how it is.”
I can ’t believe she just did that. “Beesly, it’s okay, but thank you,” I sincerely tell her. “This means a lot.” I squeeze her hand. “Soul Sister,” I add. We both laugh then I play the demos for her. She’s moving her head with the music, smiling and even singing a little. I have to say I’m very nervous and I’m happy she’s the first one hearing them. She adjusts her dress (no hidden bandage. I guess it’s just a particular fashion statement).
“ So?” I ask when the songs end. “Bear in mind that I’m not a singer like you, it’s just a rough arrangement.”
“ That was you?” Beesly asks surprised. “I like them! And I’m known to be the picky one.” Don’t I know it! “The guys from the band did mention your voice. But you have an amazing one. I would love to use you as backup.”
“
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