It Takes Two to Tango

Chapter 2: Reluctant Alliance

Aria 💜

I sat across from my manager, Dylan, in his cozy downtown office in the heart of Miami. The sunlight streamed through the window, enveloping the room in a warm, inviting glow. Dylan took a leisurely sip of his coffee, then set the cup down, his gaze unwavering as he began to speak.

"Listen, Aria," he started, his words laced with a mixture of excitement and seriousness, "I've been in talks with Ace's team, and they're interested in a collaboration. They're willing to compensate you, of course, but this could be a monumental opportunity."

I raised a skeptical eyebrow, the sunlight accentuating the creases of skepticism that etched my slim and beautiful face. "Ace? You mean the entitled white guy who recently made offensive remarks about black women? Why would I even consider working with him?"

Dylan leaned back in his chair, his fingers lacing over his stomach, and his gaze locked onto mine. "Aria, I understand your reservations, but hear me out. This might be a chance to educate Ace and the world about the causes that matter to you. You have a voice, a platform, and people genuinely listen to you. Don't you want to use that influence to make a difference?"

I chewed on my bottom lip, contemplating Dylan's words. The sunlight accentuated my smooth, dark skin, almost like velvet, and highlighted the tight curls of my afro-textured hair that framed my face like a radiant halo. The weight of Dylan's proposal bore heavily on my mind, and after taking a deep breath, I responded.

"I'm not sure, Dylan," I said, my voice reflecting my uncertainty. "While I understand the potential here, I can't shake the conflict within me. I don't want to appear as if I'm betraying the black community. My actions need to align with my values, and teaming up with someone who has publicly disrespected black women doesn't sit right with me."

My eyes scanned the room as I contemplated my thoughts, the tension apparent in my slender figure. I continued, "Moreover, it's exhausting always having to be the one to educate and defend our community. I'm weary of feeling like I'm expected to be the bigger person."

Dylan leaned forward, his expression contemplative as he listened to my concerns. "I understand where you're coming from, Aria, but consider this—an opportunity not only to educate Ace but also to demonstrate what true allyship looks like. You have a platform, and you can use it to stand up for what's right."

I furrowed my brow, deep in thought as I weighed Dylan's words. He had a valid point, yet the thought of collaborating with someone who had publicly disrespected my community made my stomach churn.

"I'll think about it, Dylan. I need some time to process everything," I said, my voice softening slightly. "Can we table this conversation for now?"

Dylan nodded, a small, supportive smile gracing his face. "Of course, Aria. Take all the time you need. Remember, I'm here to support you, whatever you decide."

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Later that night, I found myself sitting in my dimly lit living room, still mulling over the conversation with Dylan. I had given it careful thought and was gradually warming to the idea of collaborating with Ace. However, I needed more information.

With a deep breath, I picked up my phone and dialed Dylan's number. After a few rings, he answered.

"Hey, Aria. What's on your mind?"

"I've been contemplating what you said earlier, and I'm beginning to consider it," I replied, my voice calm and measured.

"That's great to hear. Any concerns?"

"I'd like to know more about the plan," I stated. "I want to understand what we're getting into and avoid any surprises. Can you provide more details?"

Dylan responded, "Certainly. We'll have a contract in place to protect your interests, and Ace's team is willing to compensate you. The plan is for you two to become dance partners on Star Strut, be seen together in public, and more. The hope is that this collaboration will help shift the narrative regarding Ace's views on black women. Simultaneously, it will raise your profile in Hollywood, potentially boosting your career."

I listened attentively, processing the information. I recognized the potential benefits of working with Ace, but I also knew the importance of proceeding with caution. I didn't want to be perceived as a sellout or have my reputation tarnished.

"Okay," I said, somewhat reluctantly. "Let's do it. However, I insist on having the final say in all matters, and I want to maintain control over my image and brand. Can we make that happen?"

"Of course," Dylan assured. "We'll ensure that everything aligns with your terms."

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. It was a risk, but it was one I believed was worth taking. This collaboration could be my chance to establish myself as an artist and reach a broader audience.

"Okay," I affirmed with determination. "Let's make it happen."

Despite my reluctant agreement to partner with Ace on Star Strut, I couldn't help but feel a mischievous glint in my eye as I contemplated how to teach him a lesson for his insensitive remarks. I was determined to make him work for forgiveness from the black community and to show him that his behavior was unacceptable. He had coasted on his arrogance for far too long, and I was going to ensure he faced the consequences.

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