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Date Posted: 17:08:49 07/13/02 Sat
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Bernice Grandberry
's message, "Re: Diva B Productionz Presents...*Another Black Story*" on 17:00:04 07/13/02 Sat
Monday rolls around and I’m officially labeled the biggest B2K fan. Sunday, the dinner was great. I got to chill and hang out with his siblings and talk to his Mom and Dad. I even got to help his mom cook and actually learn how to make a really good lasgana salad. It was really good. His dad is really a jokester and I had so much fun. It kind of felt how it use to be when Daddy was back at home. It’s third period enrichment and the fellas wanna test me callin’ B2K weak and stuff. Is it s’pose to phase me? I wasn’t about to get all mad about that. They were only jealous of the fact they couldn’t be like B2K. It’s like somebody is always trying to test my B2K trivia and all that crap. How retarded is that? I don’t get boys sometimes. I really don’t.
“Alright, alright, let’s play a game just for Macy and see what she really knows about them gay boys B2K…” Nicholas yelled out. What a dumb ass I thought folding my arms. I didn’t feel a bit nervous about this “game” he wanted to play. I had on a new outfit with the money Dad sent yesterday morning I practically ran to the mall to the Baby Phat outlet to catch me some new outfits to sport. After the little “game” Nicholas put me up to, I was called the B2K freak of Bridgewood High. I don’t mind at all either. Maybe next time he’ll learn not to mess with me.
“You need to get a life girl”
“Nick, you need to stop digging in your pants and spending your daddy’s money. You too old for that,” I retorted as everyone began laughing.
“Girl what you know? You ain’t nobody. You ain’t got no job. Yo’ ass rely on your little boyfriend”
“He’s better than you”
“…Whatever you think.”
“Yeah, like I said. Like you wasn’t trying to ask me for my B2K cd last week?” I called out.
“Stop lying. I didn’t ask you for shit”
“Oh, so it’s like that? Okay, forget it”
Everybody started laughing. After school, I avoided conversation and was destined to hurry to get to the first radio station I sent a letter out to. I had to action some action because the waiting process was really wasting valuable time. I arrived and got out looking up at the sign hanging from the building. Could I really imagine myself working here? I cringed. I hardly even do chores at home. What do I look like working? This could just be my turning point in life, so I’ll just take a chance as well as trying to prove Reggie and Daddy and Mama wrong. It’s so good to have your own car. Thank God for Daddy’s like mine who seem to always have money but not enough time to be home. Thank you God. Now I have this hot Galant to get to where ever I need to be.
“Hello? Hello…” I echoed through the front area walking up to the desk. No one was there. What kind of operation was this? I decided to try the side door which reached to the other side I guessed and welcomed myself in looking up at the next door past that door with a sign above it reading “On-Air.” I walked through that one full of people sitting around in a two way room laughing and talking. DJ Fresh had just finished announcing about a Mary J Blige and Brian McKnight concert contest that was coming up. It all stooped as I walked into the room taking off my shades.
“Hi, um, I’m here about my recommendation letter I sent here. I’ve sent three letters I think and I was wondering why I hadn’t gotten a response from the station manager or something yet,” I expressed looking nervous around at the people as the man at the table turned the switch and the lighted up sign “On Air” went blank. One lady sitting in a chair next to DJ Fresh kind of thick with a pen in her left ear smacking on a piece of Winterfresh I think it was smiled at me.
“You must be Marcianna, huh?” She asked looking at her nails.
“Yeah I am”
“Alright. I got your letters. Come on with me and we’ll discuss this”
She directed me out of the room out the hall to her office space. She sat behind her desk taking out the letters that I had written. I sat down at the single chair in from of her desk. “So, you wanna get work time here? Hmm…you’re just 16 what can I do with you? Huh?”
“I’m an inspired artist and I feel as if I work around other people who are always around music will actually give me a chance to understand music all together. I have thought about deejaying or something. I’ll do anything. Clean, run errands, answer calls and anything else,” I confessed. I wasn’t desperate just anxious. She looked at me as if she was trying to read me. That’s impossible. I’m really good at hiding feelings.
“I don’t know. You’re risky. You’re young lil mama and young folks are hard to work with. I don’t know if I can take this chance with you. You ARE the youngest I’ve ever seen roll in here tryna get a job”
“Should that tell you something? It really took me a long road to do this. I came right after school. I promise I can be a great employee. I’m not just in it for the money but the experience,” I pleaded, but she was more difficult than I thought. She put her had up stopping me.
“No ma’am. This time I don’t think I can take any chances. I know the legal age is 16 to start working, but I sincerely won’t allow anyone until 18 to come work here to try to do anything. You’re young. I’ll have to reject you this time. As you can see, we rarely need cleaning, we have just enough folks answering phones and your serviced would be unnecessary and unintended. I wouldn’t want to waste your time. Have you ever though of the mall being a choice?” She asked with this wide smile on her face. I wasn’t in a happy mood. I got up confident and poised. She couldn’t bring me down just yet.
“No ma’am. I’m sticking to my goals and choices. Well, thank you for your time. I love your station, the deejays that is. Good afternoon. I’ll let myself out” I just left her standing there. Who she thought she was? My first rejection, now I know what Uncle Freddie felt like coming out of jail and getting all them rejections for a job. It’s hard as an ex-con and as a youngin’. Dang, what can you do? I got out the door and looked back at me promising one day that that’d call me for an interview when I was in town. I flicked it off. I wanted to do it to everybody in that room including her. I turned on my car speeding off leaving skid marks. “Maricanna, don’t worry. You got so much more ahead of you” I encouraged myself driving off and turning up the radio.
“Where HAVE you been? Huh? I KNEW I couldn’t trust that boyfriend of yours. You beenoff having sex with him haven’t you? Being a fast ass again? You think you grown? Huh? Huh?!” Mama yelled with a spatula in her hand as I walked into the kitchen.
“Mama, relax, I was at school helping my teacher. See, here’s my pass. It’s 6:30 and it just let out. Chill. I wasn’t anywhere else, but at school…” I explained grabbing the bottle of Sunny Delight and pouring myself a tall glass. She put down the spat and began cutting up the tomatoes again.
“I just worry about you. Gosh, it’s hard doing this all by myself. You just need to call when you don’t come home at the right time. I had a little feeling you might have stayed after school, but I wasn’t sure”
“Well, I’m home now. I’m sorry I didn’t call. I might have to stay after tomorrow, but I’m not sure though. Don’t worry. I’ll always make my way home. Always,” I assured her kissing her on the cheek. Daddy was wrecking us without even being here.
“Where’s Darius?” I asked sitting up at the bar eating a left over slice of pizza they ate for supper last night.
“Um, I think he’s at Robbie’s or at Glen’s. He’ll be home soon. He know he gotta be in by dinner at 7:30 and no later. Then, I’ll worry about him” She replied continuing to cut the tomatoes.
And who she calling fast? I ain’t fast! Well…but still where she got the crazy idea bout Reggie? I guess that’s Mama for ya. I hated having to lie to Mama like that, but I wasn’t ready to tell her what I was doing. She just might try to stop me and I wasn’t down with that. Nobody could stop me when I was on a roll like I am. Tomorrow’s another day and I wasn’t giving up yet.
HOLLA HOLLA AND BIZUMP DIS JOINT....
"IT'S MUUUUURRRDDAAA"
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