𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝

C1

Keyamani Anderson
Atlanta, GA
3:15 pm
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My heart sinks into my ass as I walk into the Buckhead branch library. I get to meet one of my biggest inspirations, Geneva Hampton. She is one of the most gifted filmmaker and musicians, it really amazes me she great at both.

My breath hitches as I approach the slightly overwhelming crowd of competition. Unfortunately for me this is only about half of the expected audience. I sit down as close as I can get to Geneva, call me a fan I don't care. She's a gorgeous darkskin woman who stands around 5'7.

Im shamelessly admiring her beauty when we make eye contact. I give her a quick smile so she doesn't think I'm a weirdo off rip. Geneva approaches me and extends her hand, I of course shake her hand. I feel as I am going to melt this cannot be real.

"What's your name young lady?" She asks with a warm and inviting smile. "Keyamani ma'am," I smile back. "Well Keyamani, so far it looks like you're the only one who actually wants to be here," she chuckles. I took this as an opportunity to make sure she knows I mean business. "I've been waiting for an opportunity as amazing as this since I first picked a camera, and thats when I was 12," I say keeping my tone natural and smooth.

"Well I am certain you have great potential, I wish you the best of luck," she nods heading back to her original position seeing that the room is now filled with competitors. I tense up trying my best to keep calm, I can't let these niggas see me sweat.

I lock my focus on Geneva ready to hear every word she's about to spew out. I'm slightly thrown off when the stench of weed and tobacco covered in a cedar wood cologne hits my nose. It was a lightskin boy, I roll my eyes and put my attention back onto the speaker.

I picked one of the best seats, well one of the only seats. I was at a high round table not directly in front of the speaker but slightly off right. The best part about it was, I was alone. Until the lightskin geeker nigga decides to take the other seat at the table. I mug him as he sits down. He stares back with no emotion.

"Did I have something on my face?" He asks in a serious manner. "Yes," I say flatly once again putting my attention on Geneva, I have to stop getting so distracted.

"Good evening everyone," Geneva begins, the room almost sounds like a choir in response. "As you know, only one of you will be joining me in Europe. We will spend the entirety of the summer there visiting different countries including France, Italy, Spain, and my favorite.. Iceland," she says eyeing almost everyone in the room.

"In each of these countries we will have a plethora of events to attend to giving you the opportunity to market yourself to the big leagues and giving you the experience you need to perfect your craft while developing your own style," she explains. I'm listening to her as I get this eery feeling that someone is watching me. At silly as it seems since I'm in a room filled with people, I just can't shake the feeling.

After an embarrassing amount of time passes before I realize it's lightskin staring me down. I roll my eyes once again I avoid any further eye contact.

"For the first week we will be playing something I like to call double jeopardy, if the project does not please me both of you will be ejected from the competition," she states firm and clearly. "Everyday is a new task with the same partner and everyday someone gets sent home,"

"At the end of the week it will only be 15 pairs left, starting the second week you will be knocked off individually leaving only 5 students left. From there a more challenging project will determine which one of you is spending the summer in Europe," she smiles at the room.