La Familia by Paradise Gomez

Author:Paradise Gomez [Gomez, Paradise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2014-01-30T16:00:00+00:00

I’m steadily feeling so small, so unseen

I survived; ’cause I tried

But how long will I stride?

“She’s about to blow up soon. She just signed to RCA records a month ago, and received a half-million dollar advance. And she might go on tour and open up for Jill Scott,” he proclaimed.

“Wow, that’s nice,” I said, wishing it were me who had the record deal and was going on tour.

Having half a million dollars and a record deal with a major record company would change my world. I would definitely move out the projects and buy me a nice car. Me and Mouse would go on an extravagant vacation somewhere far, maybe to the West Coast or to one of the West Indies islands. I always heard it was paradise out there. I really never had been out of New York; the farthest was maybe New Jersey with a friend. But I could definitely see us sitting on the beach, feeling that tropical breeze and warmth, looking fabulous in our bikinis, and sipping on drinks with our underage asses.

Damn, why did some people have it so good and I didn’t? I wondered why Macky was telling me about this woman’s career. I didn’t know the woman. It wasn’t me. I was happy for her. Now it was time to be happy for me.

“You can become her,” Macky said to me.

“Her? I need to be me,” I replied.

“I mean, you got it, Sammy. She only sings, you can do both, exceptionally, too,” he praised.

I smiled.

He turned onto the West Side Highway and drove south. The traffic was thick like a fat bitch’s thighs. He was taking me to this downtown restaurant called Delmonico’s Steakhouse. It was expensive and classy place on the west side, near the Hudson River.

“So, when you think it’s gonna be my time to shine?” I asked him.

Macky smiled, like he knew something I didn’t.

“What?”

“I have a surprise for you,” he said.

“Well, tell me.”

“I’ll tell you during dinner.”

I hated surprises and I hated waiting. I wanted to hear what he had to say now. This anticipation of hearing what he had to say to me was building up inside of me. But I didn’t want to ruin the moment, so I went along and had to wait until we arrived at the restaurant.

Twenty minutes later, after fighting heavy traffic and careless drivers, Macky pulled up to a nice-looking restaurant that was nestled on a cobblestone street in the heart of the Meatpacking District of the city. There was valet parking. Macky and I stepped out, he handed the valet the keys, and we walked inside. I never had been to anything so elegant before. There was fine dining inside and outside. It was such a beautiful night that many patrons decided to dine outside. There was causal chitchat and laughter, the mood so polite I felt awkward and nervous.

Macky took my hand and smiled. “You’ll be okay,” he said.

I smiled.

We walked hand in hand into the restaurant. Inside there was

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