Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
I’m pretty sure these grey haired mavens and their wrinkled cane carrying counterparts would never expect to hear DMX in this burg. But hey, it’s only for what, a minute and a half at most? They’ll live.
I felt myself going to that place as soon as the first few bars of the rap melody begun. Anyone watching close enough would’ve seen the change. I love to see it myself.
The light changes in my eyes, my skin seems to glow with a healthy dose of inner confidence and my head goes back on my neck, adding a few extra inches to my five foot nine frame.
This music has always given me that extra boost whenever I needed it. An odd mix to be sure. No one would expect me to be into anything so urban as DMX rap, but that was before they got to know me for five minutes.
That's as long as it takes to smash all preconceived notions about the woman I am. And I live to shock and awe. It's the reason I'd left my hometown in Ohio to move to the big apple. One of the reasons was to get out from under my dad's shadow. Not that I don't love the old reprobate to bits, but a girl has to stand on her own two feet at some point.
And the other was to prove to said reprobate that I can indeed stand on my own two feet. I know that if I were still at home, I'd still be living with my parents, mom would still try to cut my steak and I wouldn't have the first clue how to do laundry.
Well, that last might still be true, I just can’t seem to get the hang of water temps and color separation down. But that’s what laundry service is for, and thank heaven my building offers just that.
At least I’ve learned how to cook in those almost five years along with lots more. I’m no longer afraid of my own shadow because of my own preconceived notions about this city, and I’m holding my own pretty well.
I brushed off the unwanted reminder that time was running out. How can five years go by so fast? At the time, when I talked my dad into letting me branch off on my own, I’d used five years as the amount of time I thought I would need to prove myself to him and save myself from a life like his.
As the only child, and one who hadn’t been born a son, I grew up knowing that it was my duty to take over the family firm. Something I hated more than poison.
I didn’t want to spend my life in a stuffy office looking over ledgers and crunching numbers even in my sleep like he did. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the poor man take a nap. I live for naps. So no!
From an early age I’ve always been fascinated with design and fashion. It was my passion from the first skeletal Barbie that I could not relate to at all, until now.
And that brings me to the here and now. I was wearing one of my own designs, in fact the whole get up including the robe had been designed by me. Only the shoes were by Louboutin.
I was very proud of my achievements and wasn’t too worried about the reception. Plus size lingerie was no longer the basement merchandise it once was.
Full figured women were learning to accept their beauty more and more, which was good for me both personally and professionally. As a ‘big girl’ myself, I was proud to see my sisters finally taking their places.
I shook my hands to relieve any last minute nerves and said my little mantra in my head. I’m a bad bitch and all must recognize. Thank heaven for integrated schools.
I had my friend Wanda to thank for my attitude and my taste in music. I have to call that girl for a get together soon. Her behind had gone off to Hollywood and after a few years, was now the new flavor of the year so she’s been hella busy.
This fool started buzzing around me again and I held up one finger. She knew what that meant and grudgingly put the Godiva box back within my reach again.
I took my time and chose a pink concoction covered in coconut and popped it into my mouth. “Umm, good damn that’s some good chocolate.”
The music went up an octave just then and I felt the beat in my blood. I was almost grinning to myself by the time I made my way to the curtain. Let’s go bitches.
JONAS
What is this music? It was the first thing to draw my interest since I arrived almost a half an hour ago. As expected the show was pretty much more of the same.