Jaylani

Chapter 2: Kerry Conili

My release party was really late then what it was supposed to be. For some reason, the next set of my fans came in at like 10:40 at night. I was like: what the hell? I remember pouting when I heard i had a whole bunch of signatures to finish up while drinking my damn wine, so i had to chug it down and go do my celeb duties.
So cause I SO late last night, I woke up at 12:38 with a burning wrist. I swear I thought that night my fingers were going to start cracking from writing so much and my wrists was going to pop out of its socket.
My wrist hurt bad, I had Jay get me an icepack.
Anyway, instead of focusing in my dumb, retarded wrists, I actually found out who is Mr. Conili...his name is Witty Coles, thats his Rap name.
I found out he hates his real name, I don't know though...he looks like the guy that would have a perfect name to fit his perfect face.
And also turns out his ex-wife is Kelly Brodman, the movie star. I almost flipped out cause that woman is way out of his league based on how he looks. Not to sound rude or anything, but in my opinion, I honestly think he's the kind of guy who would use a girl and then toss her into a nearby dumpster that leads to the oldest landfill in the world.
I almost laughed when he said that Kelly always smelled like coal...I felt the fruit punch almost squirting out my nose. He just chuckled and watched me try not to kill myself.
He had to leave early cause it was getting crowded and chaotic and he had a really busy day...speaking of busy day, I have to start writing for my new Album.
Thing is: I plan ahead. I have this Album almost ready, I have like two songs in my Album, and I'm thinking I should call it Dance on It.
And so far I have already put a song out there called SuperNatural, and today is the day I practice the choreography for my upcoming video.
I pout. When it comes to being a star, it is really hard to even get to breath your own air...even if you live in a big mansion.
I jump outta bed and just quickly hop in the shower, when it came to a busy day, you have to watch your time, cause when it comes to Hollywood, being late is never a very good first impression. I've been there and Jesus, boy did I want to quit and live a normal life.
After I take a shower I quickly out in lotion and camo pants with a green crop top and my green high tops. I didn't even bother with makeup and then I just simply pull my hair back into a ponytail.
I grab my purse and head to my kitchen and open my fridge to find my water bottle cold and ready.
That's when I start rushing, and this time...I don't want no damn Limo...I want my regular old car that is blue (of course my favorite color) and is sorta leaned back. It's very luxurious inside, but before my damn Manager decided to give this car a bit my style she turned my old raggy car into a damn car in style...poor Roxy...(the name of my car).
I drove to the dance place where all my back up dancers were, already eating their energy bars and stuff. Me, I just went to the vending machine and got Chip Ahoy! for 30 cent.
The next thing I know, my choreographer and best friend all the way to Pre-K, D'Naye, came in ready to get this thing going. I reminded her we don't have much time cause I have to go and talk to my manager about something.
She nods and stands in front of the talk mirrors and places her hands on her hips.
"Okay my little peeps! We have already done Take 1, now let's do Take 2!! First however, we need to review Take 1, jus' to make sure we got this thang. Ya'll got me?" She says. Every nods and gets in the places. She quickly runs past me and gives me a quick hug and gets her radio and grabs my CD to play this song.
When the song first started that heavy beat, we all slid to the right and then left real fast. That's when my harmony drops in, that's when we all kick our feet in the air, technically turning ourselves around making our backs face the mirrors. That's when the good beat and harmony mixes together, that's when the real dancing starts. We squat to the floor twice and get back up to do like a pop of the shoulder while pointing out toes to the floor and just popping up and down.
"5,6,5678 and touch the floor!" D'Naye says quickly. We all do that and sit on the floor and push ourselves back and get back up.
That's when my singing comes in, and that's the end of Take 1.
Now Take 2.
D'Naye had already had something in mind, and of course like any other good friend, they come up with clever ideas.
"I was thinking for the break down, that's where to real good one comes to steal the show," she says. I nod and give her a thumbs up and I get one back.
"Let's do a wave, but way more different. Like we all will be facing that red wall on the left. Your right foot should be behind you and your left foot should be pointed at the floor, and hands rest in your hips. Lani, you can have your arms in your head, sort of like the models pose." I nod and do just that.
The rest of the rehearsal went well, but now it was for the usual, yet different task for everyday. My manager.
    So I was already in my car heading to her place in her office where she will assign me to something, or suggest. Her office is on the 9th floor, and the 9th floor is the best place to be for one reason, the view when you look out the windows.
    But I hate looking out that window, it's a nightmare. You know when you are are the tip top of the building and you look out that window in these movies there is chaos happening as the next thing you know you have broken the glass and fell off the building getting ready to tragically die.
    My fear is beyond ridiculous, and I think you have already guessed it. The usual fear these days: heights.
    Anything above ten feet I am dead meat, period.
    "JayLani! Sit." My manager orders. She is a black woman with brown eyes and mostly almost has a dull face, and it sorta scares me when she puts her purple lipstick on and talks...I don't know why.
   "Yes?" I say, doing what she said to do: sit. My first time being in this building I smart talked we and said: I am NOT a dog. I almost lost my career so do not play with my manager.
    "Lani, how do you feel having a partner in your song??" She asked. I shrug my shoulders and fold my hands in my lap and fix my posture.
"What kind of entry? Like a rap, a pop or R&B?" I say, leaning my head to the side. For some reason I do that when I'm interested, like a damn dog, my mother thought I had a problem with my neck but no...it was a habit.
"How do feel about rap?" She said, fixing her blouse. I think about it...I could make that work. Just have the single version and then the featuring version. That would work...I like that idea so I just said yes, I'll do it. And my manager said, you will meet this person tomorrow Lani at the Jay Cafe', deal as she puts out her hand. I shook her hand.
"I'm so glad you could make it!" My mistress, Carly says
"Took me while, a little something went on with my manager and those traffic lights really want you to speed." I say. Carly grins and grabs my wrist and drags me into my costume room.
"So you say you want something spooky and sexy, huh?" I fold my hands behind my back.
"Absolutely Tootley!" I say excitedly. Carly nods and snaps her fingers, and out of no where these ladies come with two dresses in their hands and some are skirts and short shorts and stuff.
"Pick an outfit you want to try on first." She says. I jump up and down, but in my head...and higher, higher above the clouds is where I'm jumping.
I point to these two sets of dresses. Here's what they look like: