I. Times Have Changed.
"Alone. Lying, thinking. Last night. How to find my soul a home. Where water is not thirsty. And bread loaf is not stone. I came up with one thing. And I don't believe I'm wrong. That nobody. But nobody can make it out here alone." — Excerpt from Sadé's Journal.
Titled: 04.23.97.
Two years have passed since we've seen the last of Sadé Clark. After a year of trivial mourning and the subject of grief that clutched her bones, the now twenty-two-year-old decided that it was now time to try to get her life in check and that was career-wise.
And that was finishing hair school.
Flashback: Inside Brooklyn's Cosmetology School was filled with a small group of women. All of them were dressed in white smocks, hair nets, and gloves as well as the appropriate measures needed for their safety and customers' safety.
Standing over the heads of other women who are seated in reclining beauty chairs, the instructor is soon giving them a lesson in hair coloring. One of the soon-to-be certified stylists which just so happened to be Sadé listened attentively while primping the hair of the woman who sat comfortably in her chair.
This was just the last course she had to do until she finally graduated and got her license. Which eventually did happen. Flashback Ends.
"Alone, all alone. Nobody, but nobody. Can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires with money they can't use. Their wives run around like banshees. Their children sing the blues." — Excerpt from Sadé's Journal. Titled: 04.23.97.
It was now the year 1997 and Sadé was finally a certified hairstylist. The fourth out of her family to become one and she couldn't have been much happier. After parting ways with her past she swiftly worked hard in Brooklyn and life appeared to finally be in her favor.
You're probably wondering what happened to Rico and Tommy right? Well shortly after Mike's death Rico was found with multiple shot wounds in a ditch down in Queens. From what people have said he had gotten into it with some fellow drug dealers and they wanted revenge. Tommy ended up getting arrested for armed robbery and was now serving jail time for a good amount of years.
But enough about them. Let's head back to Sadé.
Dressed in high-rise jeans that hugged her waist due to the extremities of a belt, a tan tank top that read Je T'aime in cursive letters was faintly hidden due to the leather jacket that made its way around her shoulders and to pair that all off with boots. All black seemed to be the only thing that resided in her closet nowadays and no matter what it'll never change.
Lifting the trunk roof with the tip of her boots, Sadé's hands held onto some model heads that were needed for the salon. A quiet groan of annoyance escaped her bronze lips as she attempted to fit them into the trunk of her car.
Once she finally got them inside, Sadé swiftly entered her car. Giving herself a moment to catch her breath, the woman couldn't help but eye her reflection in the mirror. Tired. She was tired and no matter how hard she tried to make it less obvious nothing ever worked. Sighing, she puts on her Yankee cap in an attempt to hide the mess that was her bob-length hair.
The drive to Simone's Beauty Salon was a rather short one, only twenty minutes given the traffic. Other than that it was rather smooth. Her car eventually pulls up to the curb. It is a black 1994 Jeep Wrangler, complete with nice rims and tinted windows. She'd had the car for a while now and even had the license plate custom-made for it to read "peace" in bold wording.
