Extraordinary Love

Chapter 2: Chinno

Chapter 2: Chinno

            “Next.” I sighed very bored. I was looking for a lucky woman to star in my music video to my hit song That’s Me, but so far no one was catching my eye.

            Don’t get me wrong, these women were drop dead gorgeous, but none of them were really keeping my attention.  A few of them were beautiful with ridiculous curves that had my other two judges drooling and others were slim with gorgeous jaw structures and faces. 

            “That’s all.”  Que, my homeboy and one of the judges, said clearing his throat.

            “Over one hundred girls and neither of them really caught my eye.” I sighed looking at Que and Bull. Bull was my manager, and a guy that I’ve known for a really long time. He’s the most responsible person I know.

            “Neither of them really caught your eye?” Bull snapped. “Some of those girls were fucking amazing.”

            Que pulled out a portfolio with 27 written on it. “Are you kidding me? Look at number 27. She’s bomb as fuck.” He pulled a photograph from the portfolio and showed the girl to me.

            Number 27 was named Sasha or Tasha, Casha, Cashae some shit like that. Anyway, her skin was light skin girl with red undertones (redbone). She had hazel eyes and jet black hair that reached to her back. She looked some type of exotic. Like Que said, she’s bomb as fuck. I shrugged my shoulders. “She’s whatever.”

            I’m Chance Morris, but I go by my rap name, Chinno. I’m 25 years old, and I stand 6’5.  I think I’ve been in love with rapping since I could talk, and I’ve always found myself to have strong ambition. I grind for mines, and I damn sure don’t believe in handouts. Everything I have, best believe I worked for.  I’m signed to Raw Thunder Entertainment. Mr. Deoria signed me when I was 23, and he taught me everything about the music industry. He’s something like a father to me.

            “She’s whatever? Chinno, I’m starting to think you’re gay. If you’re gay, let me know now. That probably can explain why you know how to cook better than my mama. You like getting pumped in the booty?” Que questioned getting hyped.

            I just stared at him for a moment.  “Hell nah!” I blared. “I can cook because my mama taught me how.” I snapped.

            “I don’t see how you don’t find number 27 attractive then.”

            I looked down at my watch. I looked over at Bull. “Don’t I have a photoshoot for my album in an hour?” I asked.

            Bull shot up from his seat. “Shit, I almost forgot about that! Come on, we need to head out.” He said walking out of the building we rented out for auditions for my music videos.

            “Alright, see ya Que.” I slapped hands with him then put on a pair of shades.