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April 2005
"My girlll, oh whoa my girl.... My girl... Ooooohhh," I sung in the gas station.
"Aye Chris come help me mop this floor," Pops yelled.
"Okay," I stopped singing and started mopping. One by one every aisle.
"Oh my God, That black guy from America idol is here," Some white girl said.
I couldn't help but butt into their conversation.
"Randy Jackson?" I asked.
"Uhmm is that his name?"
I nodded smiling a little.
"Yeah apparently he's in town..." She grinned.
"He's a little cutie," Her friend said.
I smiled and walked up to my pops. I begged him to see Randy and eventually he said yes. We drove all the way to this big office building. When got in they were all sitting there. I ran in and got super excited.
"Hi Mr.Jackson my name Chris and I -"
"Hey kid,I got a lot of people can you just-"
"Actually I would really like to just-"
"Look kid I need you to go I got a big celebrity coming to meet with me and I need-"
"JUST LEMME SING," I begged.
"Ight you got... 5 minutes," He said looking at his watch.
"She likes it my way, my way, You can't satisfy her needs She keeps running back to see me do it My way, my way…"
He looked at his assistant then at me then back at his assistant.
"Hold on kid," He said.
He walked away and talked for a good minute. I looked at my dad and he looked at me. They walked back.
"How would you like a record deal at Jive Records?" He asked.
