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𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝑨𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔
'94
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Talía
"Waddup, the nominees for the best R&B single by a group, band, or duo are..."
My breath hitched in my throat, a sudden tightness constricting my chest until it felt like I might never breathe easily again. Every muscle in my body tensed, paralyzed by an overwhelming flood of anticipation. The world around me faded into nothingness, reduced to mere background noise, as my whole focus zeroed in on the shimmering screen and the masculine, exaggerated voice before me. Time seemed to stretch, each second lasting an eternity, while the names and moving images on display loomed larger than life, their significance consuming my entire being.
"Knocking tha boots, H-Town...Lately, Jodeci...Anniversary, Tony, Toni, Tonè...Love is, Vanessa Williams and Brian McKnight."
The absence of nominees announced on the microphone and the thunderous roar of the audience's excitement snapped me back to the present moment. The tidal wave of anxiety and nervousness churning in my stomach made me feel as though I were missing out on the palpable thrill in the air.
Damn.
As the classy black-and-white music video featuring the stunning Vanessa Williams and the somewhat handsome Brian McKnight gracefully singing their duet faded into memory, my gaze drifted to Rosie Perez. She stepped up to the podium with infectious excitement, her vibrant energy radiating from her as she gracefully pulled down her black dress and leaned toward the microphone, poised, ready to speak.
"And the Soul Train music award goes to..." Her thick Brooklyn New York tone mysteriously dragged.
My upper body gently lifted as I straightened in the cabaret-style seat, anticipation coursing through me. The heels of my vibrant red pumps clicked softly against the floor, a rhythmic cadence that matched the quickening beat of my heart. This was it. I had been awaiting this moment for precisely six months, and one day—yes, I counted the day.
A swell of joy filled the mood around me, amplifying every sensation as I prepared to embrace what lay ahead.
I licked my lips, widening my eyes once I saw Rosie slowly pick up the white envelope next to a shiny trophy. A brief teasing conversation between her and one of the members of Naughty by Nature with wild hair occurred, causing agitation to boil within me.
