Levi Sumner, a happy go lucky instrumentalist adopted into an African American home, has to face a world that believed he didn't belong. Soon, however, he meets a girl named Amora Wisely. She, too, was living life on edge.
After the murder of her si...
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I walked out of the dressing room to see Levi talking to the producers, and I stood in one place awkwardly, not knowing where to go or what to do.
Now in a cute cropped blouse and jean bell bottoms, with silver strapped heels, I felt a bit better about showing myself on camera than before, and I was still cute. Win-win.
"Boo!" I heard from behind me.
I screamed, and due to my fighting reflexes, I hit whoever was closest to me. It was Josiah, of course, and I had bopped him in his head. Angry was an understatement of what I was, "I'm tired of you doing that. Next time my foot is going into your face!"
He laughed and nudged me with his arm, "Anxious ass. Loosen up."
Yeah...I would if I could, I thought. I practically prayed every night that these anxious knots in my stomach would one day untie themselves and go away, but it didn't work like that.
Lian came over to us both, raising his eyebrows, "Ayeee. Go bitch, go bitch, go bestie!"
I understood his lightheartedness, but the attention made me immediately wanted to disappear.
He wrapped his arm around me, "What's wrong babygirl? Nervous?"
"It's that obvious?!" I asked.
He shrugged, "Just a hunch. We can practice. Wanna?"
I nodded, "Might help."
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One of the camera men came over to me, "I want you to look as flirtatious as you can in that position."
I crossed my legs as I sat on the 2005 mustang's hood, leaning back a little while waving the gun in front of my lips. This did not feel like me at all, in fact, I felt like I was forcing most of these actions rather than acing them naturally. "L-like this?"
"Perfect!" he clapped and ran behind his camera, "Lian stand to the side of her, and Amora I want you to run your fingers underneath his chin while keeping that same unbothered look, alright?"
I gulped and Lian walked over to me.
The director closed the clapperboard, "Cue the music!"
Lian smirked and moved his face close to my neck, mouthing to the music, "Babygirl I'm not one to lie though I can really mess up your mind..."
He was so stinking close. I could smell his berry vape and see the shine of his pitch black hair. I had to remain calm as best I could, however, to sell the act.
I rolled my eyes and yawned as he tried to touch my waist. When it was my cue to sing, I sat up on my knees on the hood of the car, bringing him closer to me by the strings of his hoodie.
