All I Want is Everything by Daaimah S. Poole

Author:Daaimah S. Poole
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2007-09-24T04:00:00+00:00

“You must be Kendra Michelle,” said the short, forty-something, dark-haired, green-eyed white man who stood in front of me when I walked out of the elevator at the studio.

“Thomas has said so many great things about you. I just wanted to come in and see for myself what all the hype was about,” he said.

“Thank you,” I said, smiling and playing it off as best as I could. I had no idea who I was talking to.

“You are a gorgeous young woman,” he added.

“Thank you,” I said again.

Beazie introduced us and said, “This is the vice president of Touchlight Records, Peter Sutton.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Sutton,” I said.

“It is my pleasure. Call me Peter. I would love to have you sing at my party next week. If you’re available, come. I’ll send an invitation over to you.”

I thanked him again, and as soon as he left Beazie said, “How nice is that? The vice president is coming to the studio just to see you. He don’t come to the studio for everyone. You the next big thing. You’re Thomas’s little gem and Peter wants you to sing at his party.”

“You think so?” I asked, blushing.

“Definitely. The whole label is talking about you.”

He made me smile again. I was excited that everyone was interested and believed in me. I opened the studio door, and in the first hallway I saw all these people. It was crowded. Beazie came up behind me.

“Who are all these people?” I asked.

“They’re here with Tashay.”

“Who is Tashay?”

“This other singer they just signed. They all about to leave, though. Kendra, this is Tashay.”

I said, “Hello.”

She said, “What’s up? You Kendra right?”

She did not look like a singer, but more like a stripper. Her waist was a size four but her ass belonged on a woman wearing a tight size sixteen pants. Her pants were literally hugging every curve. Her weave was straight and black and covering her eyes, so she had to give a seductive squint to see. Standing next to her I looked like a boy with boobs.

“Yeah, how you doing? Nice to meet you. I heard all about you. Well, let us get out your way. Come on, y’all. It’s time to go,” Tashay announced to her squad, and they all jumped up and began following her out the door. I had counted about seven people with her. Davis’s eyes followed her as she sashayed down the hall. She was gone, but her presence was still being felt in the room.

“That’s a star right there,” Davis said loudly clapping, being silly.

Beazie told me all about Tashay, how she was a video girl and she was in King magazine. Her boyfriend played ball for the Detroit Pistons and his industry connects got her a deal.

“What’s up, Core?” Beazie said as Corey walked into the room. They shook hands. “You just missed Tashay.”

“Oh? The chick they just signed from Detroit?”

“Yo, dude, she is so major. Her body is sick,” Davis said.

They spent a few more minutes harking over her and how fly she was.

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