Music of the Sun

Chapter 1

I got into my car with Margaritte in the passenger seat. "Ready?" I ask, turning on the radio. "Yes," she says, after buckling herself down. I pressed on the gas, Britney Spears' Baby One More Time was playing and I drove like hell. All the way to the video shoot. "Wait..." I look at Margaritte. "Damn, just say it... Just say it, Marge." She looks at me and said, "We need to pick up. Jaime's brother from the airport." Ergh! Really? Now, she wants me to turn around and drive to the airport. Fine, only if he's cute. "Is he cute?" I say. I can't help myself, but to say it. "Well, he's a lot worse." Judge. Mental. Bitch. "How?" "Well, just judge him for yourself." "Margaritte?" "Huh?!" "I don't judge people, like you." I can't believe, I just said that. Damn. She's going to hate me, now.

Fuck. Sorry, but fuck. Who is Jaime's brother? She never mentioned, this brother of hers. "Which one is he?" I lean towards Margaritte, whispering. "I don't know, just hold up the sign." She handed the sign over to me. It reads: "Bruno Hernandez." But who is Bruno Hernandez and why is he here? I hold up the sign, thinking what type of boy, this Bruno is. I look into the distance, I see a boy with an Afro. Trust me, he looks a lot like Sideshow Bob from the Simpsons. "Is that him?" "I think so." He comes towards us, I look at my shoulder bag. I feel my heart pounding like a bass guitar. "My hair is messed up, Marge." "No, it's not... You just look like a nineteen sixties, playboy with that hair do." Damn, she's so right about that. "And besides, Cassie. You don't need man to tell you what to fucking do with your life, plus your just eighteen." "True, true." He waves at use, trying to get our attention. I decide to wave back. He comes even closer towards us. "So, do you know... Who this Bruno, might be?" I ask Margaritte, who was on her cell phone. "I think so." She looks at her cell phone. "Oh, yeah. Jaime just sent me a picture of her brother and boy, he's cute." She looks at me. "He's about your age and he has an Afro." She looks into the distance and points him out. "There. That one. He's already here." She waves her hands, grabbing people's attention and shouting, "Bruno." "He's there about two minutes, in front of you." She place her right hand on her right hip and looks at me. "Really?" "Yeah..." "Show off." "Dumb ass." She looks at him and says, "Hey, you must be Bruno." "Yes, I am." "Bruno, this is Cassandra Lopez. She's a model, actress, writer and dancer." "Nice to meet you," he says. I smile at him. "So, is my sister here?" "WHAT?" Margaritte pretends to not hear anyone, like always. "Is my sister, Jaime here?" "Oh... Sorry, no. She's not here." He's so CUTE. "Cassandra, right?" MEEP! "Are you working with anyone famous? Beyonce? Missy Elliott?" "Hmm... Mmm..." "Who?" Why did I have to sound out a yes? "Um... Bueno, he's this rapper from Young Money." He's this rapper from Young Money, what 'em I fucking saying.