It stands on the east side of 57th avenue. Sitting on the corner to be exact. Heartbreak hotel is. club where anybody who's somebody goes to get high, drunk, and dance the whole night away. Many singers have discovered there. Many dancers even. That...
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De'sPOV
"I need to talk to you." I said, as began to sat down on the couch that happened go behind me. " It's important."
He looked up at me, his eyebrow quirking a bit with suspicion. " What is it Denise." He asked, with a sigh.
"I need your help."
"With what?" He looked back down at his papers, examining them carefully. "You need more stuff?"
"No...I'm trying to stay clean." I said with an attitude. It took a lot out of me to even go there without asking him for anything. "I need your help with something else."
"What is it, Denise?"
"Are you still a representative at Epic and Atlantic records? You know," I waved my hands around searching for the right words. " The executive for national promotion? You help hire the tour promoters, right?"
"I do a lot of things at these record companies."He told me. " I don't really have a particular job."
"Well, what is your job right now?"
"I'm working with the Jackson family. Last year, I suggested they use Don King as their tour promoter."He explained. " I'm actually working on their ticket sales right now."
"You know the Jacksons?"
"I've been knowing them for years. Real close with Joe."
"Oh, that's interesting." That was all I could say. I didn't really know how to process that. The thought that they allowed someone like him to be associated with them. Joe Jackson must not have known what a back ground check was. "Well, I need you to help me start my solo career."
As soon as I said that, he looked up from his paper work, giving me a quizzical look. " A solo career?"
I nodded. "Did I stutter?"
He raised his eyebrows, and pushed his papers aside on the wooden desk that was in front of him. "A solo career, eh?" He looked at me, shaking his head. " You expect me to help you with a solo career, when you owe me..."
"Look, I have that covered. I'm going on the tour with them and I will use the money I get from it to pay my debt. I thought this through, okay?"
"You thought this through?" He asked, doubtfully. "You do know that you are on the verge of being dropped from the label, right?"
"Yes," I rolled my eyes. " I know this."
"And you do realize with you'rebuilding reputation, nobody would want to sign you to their label. Epic records is a major record company, and is an influence on others."
"So what? You act like I'm the only one who does drugs in this industry. I got high with Steve Tyler and Joe Perry once. I've gotten high with Natalie Cole, Demi Moore, and Gia Carangi. I get high with Bunny DeBarge all the time. Hell, I've even gotten high with Rick James."
