Lipstick Hustla by Allison Hobbs

Author:Allison Hobbs
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Strebor Books
Published: 2010-03-23T16:00:00+00:00

There was so much buzz inside Spydah’s dressing room, Misty could hardly hear her own thoughts.

Mustafa, Tragic, and Jru were whooping and hollering and poppin’ bottles, as usual. Tragic’s wannabe rapper-ass was wearing some extra-gaudy bullshit and some outrageously ugly jewelry. Possessing an overabundance of youthful vigor, Tragic was alternately dancing around and freestyling. Every now and then, he stopped to preen in front of Spydah’s full-size mirror.

Tragic was foul. Gut-bucket ignorant. Misty couldn’t see what purpose he served. She couldn’t wait until she had enough power to give Tragic his walking papers back to the ’hood. Or back to jail. Didn’t matter as long he got out of Spydah’s life.

Larry was in and out of the dressing room, looking worried as he wrapped up last-minute details before Spydah went on stage.

Spydah was expecting to switch positions with the R&B crooner who was scheduled to perform right before Smash Hitz came on.

Refusing to get dressed until he received word of the schedule change, Spydah was sitting around in his robe, sulking.

His expression grave, Larry stepped to Spydah. He lowered his voice and spoke words intended for only Spydah to hear.

But didn’t much get past Misty. She heard Larry clearly when he said, “The crooning bull’s people are giving me grief. I’m waiting for Smash to say the word.”

Spydah was wearing a robe, refusing to get dressed until it was time to hit the stage…and that wouldn’t be anytime soon as far as he was concerned.

“I ain’t no opening act, man!” he yelled at Larry. “My CD is steadily climbing! It’s number four on the charts, man! What I gotta do to get some respect, man? Do I gotta contact Adam to handle this shit?”

“Nah, I got it. I’m waiting on Smash. Calm down. I got it.” But Larry was sweating bullets. He was out of his depth in this situation. Misty could tell that he was a nervous wreck by the way he trekked over to the hospitality table and started downing the complimentary Ed Hardy Vodka that nobody else had bothered to touch.

Misty hid her smirk behind her hand. After rearranging her features into a look of caring concern, she said to Spydah, “Baby, this is your night. Can’t nobody take this from you. But tonight is not about your ego.”

Spydah frowned.

“Seriously…you got fans that have been with you throughout your underground career. How you think they’ll feel if you pull out of this show? Huh, baby?” She stroked his hair. “You gotta always remember that it’s your fans that got you here.”

Spydah smiled for the first time since they’d arrived in the stadium. “That’s a good reason why I’m falling in love with you. You keep me focused.”

Misty beamed.

Larry’s cell went off. He started pacing with the cell to his ear. His worried expression morphed into relief…his lips spread into a wide grin.

“You’re on before Smash, man.” Larry returned his cell to his pocket and pumped his fist in the air. Victory cheers boomed from the paid leeches. Those idiots didn’t even know what they were happy for.

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