This story follows Alexandra Crane and Derek Jones of "STAR". From MY point of view.
Alexandra, a budding interior designer and the privileged daughter of musician Roland Crane and ex-model Rose Crane, leaves New York with her best friend Star and...
"Nice to meet you, Derek." Star said shaking his hand.
I didn't say anything I just eyed him as he talked. He was the finest man that I ever saw. Our eyes locked as he kept talking about his activism. I picked up my iced tea and sipped on it as I watched him walk away.
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"Aleeeeex. Earth to Aleeeeex." Star said waving her hand in my face. I fanned her out of the way.
"Star, move!" Miss C must've observed my body language because she changed the subject.
"Why are y'all down here?"
"Simone and I wanna sing and Alex just came with us for the enjoyment."
"For the enjoyment huh?" I flipped my hair.
"What foster care did you come out of?"
"I never went to foster care, I just like to travel, for the enjoyment, just like Star said. And for your information, I'm here because I want to be an interior designer and I'm looking for a good school out here."
"I'll help you find a program, but you gotta stay focused. Don't let anything get in your way."
For some reason I knew she was referring to Derek.
"You don't have to worry about me."
"Hm, Star, Simone, what's this singing mess you talking about?"
"Mama was a singer and I'm determined to be better."
"I know your mother was a singer, we were a duo and even had a song hit the charts."
We were all in shock, but in a good way and started asking questions all at once.
"You know, Alexandra can sing and write music, but she doesn't wanna be part of this and I don't know why."
I immediately got defensive. "Star, look, that wasn't your business to tell and I have my reasons."
I stood up to walk away, but Miss C stopped me.
"Alex, sit your little fresh ass down." With a disagreeable attitude, I sat my ass down.
"Look, if y'all gonna stay with me y'all are gonna have to work."
"Work?" I asked clearly peeved.
"Yes, work. Let's get outta here."
8:30p @ God's Blessings Hair Salon
Here's my wax room, y'all can take the floor or the bed. Get some rest because y'all gotta be up bright and early for work."
I was curious about what kind of work because I'll be damned if I clean a toilet.
"Uhhh Miss C? What kind of work are we doing?"
"My shampoo girl got pregnant again and quit. Have a good night."
