when two souls collide: A TCP fanfict ✨️

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Taraji's POV

"You're the coffee that I need in the morning
You're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring
Won't you give yourself to me
Give it all, oh

I just wanna see
I just wanna see how beautiful you are
You know that I see it
I know you're a star. "

I sang to myself as I cleaned my kitchen, we had finally wrapped up filming, and now was time for press tours. Can't say I like them very much, I get so tired of answering the same questions over and over. Waking up at 3 and 4am for hair, makeup, and styling. It's so much, I feel like Michael Jackson in that one video where he was like, "I love to tour 🤌🏾"

Anyway, I began to make myself a little healthy breakfast. Avocado bagel with salt, pepper, sunny side up egg, and some orange juice on the side. A few slices of turkey bacon and I was set. I checked the time on my phone, 7:25am. I had about another hour before the interviews began. After a few minutes of eating my food, I made my way to my bedroom to shower. My stylist would be here soon, I needed to be a blank canvas for her.

Ten minutes into my shower, I heard my doorbell ring. My bodyguard let the woman in through the gates. Allison, my stylist, had a freaking velvet rolls royce... where do they do that at ??? That's how you KNOW she got money. Well, either that or she married a veryyyyyyy wealthy man.

"Tarajiiiii, I'm hereeee!" She called out as sheooked for me. I stepped out of my bathroom into the cool air of my bedroom. Before she could enter, I quickly slipped my robe on.

"Hey girl, sorry, I just got out of the shower." I said as I hugged her.

"Ah, that's fine. The first interview isn't until 10:45 am, it's only 8:15 am right now. We've got time, especially since you have your hair done already. Andre is coming to do just a few touch-ups to it." I nodded as I watched her pull out 3 different outfits.

"Now, I know that I usually give you options. But today, I only got one outfit that I know you're going to love." I squinted at her.

"Ugh, have I ever missed as your stylist?" She was right. She's never missed.

"No, you haven't. Let me see it."

She squealed and clapped her hands like a child. She went over to my bed and lifted up the bag with the outfit in it. Then she handed me a shoe box and jewelry pouch.

"Go put it on!!!!" She demanded with excitement.

I turned on my heels to go into the bathroom to get ready. I told myself not to look in the mirror until I was done. After about 5 minutes of struggling with my necklace because my nails are done, I finally clipped it on and then turned around.

"DAMNNNNNNN!" I yelled out.

"What? What happened? Taraji!!?" She frantically beat on the door. I figured I'd better come out and show her so she doesn't have a heart attack.

"I look damn good, Allison!" She relaxed and jumped up and down.

"I knew you'd like it!! Come here, let me get the lint roller." After she got all the furries off of me, we gathered my belongings and headed outside. There was a black SUV waiting for me. Inside was Andre.