After the unfortunate events during the shooting of the 1984 pepsi commercial Michael befriends an unlikely girl in the hospital. And there starts the beginning of their very tumultuous journey.
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August 8, 1984 NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK
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| Zaria's POV ... |
Saturday- 08/04/84 NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK
The third worst thing to be in America was broke.
The second worst thing to be in America was a woman.
And then the absolute worst thing to be in America was black.
And Gotdamnit if I wasn't a mixture of all three of those things.
But today was the day that I was going to make some money come hell or high water.
"Add a little honey..." I mumbled to myself as I stood at the table in the big hotel room.
I had the table a mess which I knew I should've been cleaning up soon and getting ready before Michael returned. But I had to keep all my ingredients within reach in case I needed to add more of them.
I used the popsicle stick to mix everything in the bowl until it was a smooth, but thick, consistency before transferring it into a small mason jar.
With a permanent marker I marked the top as I had done with the others. #8. $10.00.
If I could sell all eight of the jars-plus the ones I had yet to make-then I would be up 110 bucks making my net profit $98 once I gave Michael back the twelve dollars I asked him to loan me.
Honestly though, now as I thought about it, I wasn't sure if I was going to give it back. It depended on how this dinner that he was dragging me to tonight went.
Until then his refund was pending.
I was so into what I was doing that once again I lost track of time. It wasn't until I heard commotion and voices outside the hotel room, and the opening of the door, that I looked over at the clock.
