𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑰E ᴅevante ꜱᴡɪɴɢ

𓈈▮What a show, a good one.▮

❝They can be sexy and say how much they love women but when I express my attraction, I'm a whore?❞

ꗃ𓂃҂𓈈▬ NOVEMBER 4, 1991
New York. .Apollo.
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I sat in front of my mirror as the girls were next to me. Both were on my very end while they were getting their hair done. I looked to the sides and saw how quiet they were. Charity was sitting back looking lost as ever as she was getting her'sdone and to the right of me, vanity was getting her makeup done as she was trying to be still. Laughs and giggles followed around the room as vanity was talking to my mom about the hideous ass clothes she wanted us to wear for this performance.

"Puff sleeves aren't my dang." Charity mentioned as she glanced over to my mom while she was going through the silver hanger that lined printed our clothes. "They'll be your dang. Your mothers don't want me to dress you guys a sort of way." My mom excuses as she referred to vanity and charity. Vanity rolled her eyes before she let out an annoyed voice.

"She didn't even come so why would she care." She spoke flatly as it came to her mind that she wasn't here. I mean neither was charity's mother but she had an excuse.

"Van..." My mom recalled her trash-talking. She gave her a warning look as her disrespectful mouth almost bowed on her mom. Vanity turned back straight in her chair and continued to stare in space as her hair was getting done. She mumbled a few curse words under her breath before she went silent. Vanity was a tricky person she had a rage and a pure annoyance to her that could make her snap. She was very bipolar very very bipolar, she blamed it all on her family for it too. Vanity was like an airhead anything about her family upset her. Their lack of support and their unsettlement of wanting fame and fortune. Her mom seemed to not mind the idea but from some of her talks with van, it seemed that she wanted more than just Hollywood as her option. She vanity to somehow have more options. Like a nurse or a model wife, a law student or a jury, something professional other than singing. Vanity didn't agree she didn't agree so much that it caused the two to be in some love-hate relationship. Vanity easily chooses fame over family, in a heartbeat of minutes and she couldn't give a fuck.

Vanity in particular was the baby of the group a little young. She was 18 while me and chastity were a little older, 19 and 20 to be exact. I was 19 it made me behind her but still, she was the baby in our eyes. The bipolar loudmouth that we had. Char who was always the obedient one among us always kept her mouth shut. She never once complained about anything she would always go with the flow in any situation we were in. There were times when she would disagree on stuff but only if she felt it truly wasn't right. Unlike us, she was the one who stayed out of the drama. She had no clue about other people firsthand since she had a lot on her plate, again unlike vanity char was the smartest she always avoided a situation when she could, Unlike me, her mother wasn't here for support instead she was fighting for her life on support.