Big Mistake 2

Running Out Of...

"Time after time when those you help are taking you for granted, you become mentally and emotionally tired... sometimes even physically." -Yamesia 

I miss you when the lights go out

It illuminates all of my doubts

Pull me in

Hold me tight

Don't let go, baby give me light

I miss you when the lights go out

It illuminates all of my doubts

Pull me in

Hold me tight

Don't let go, baby me light

Paris nods her head up and down, her earphones plunged into her ears as she maintained to keep her focus on the needle and thread she was using to put a new sew in Malaysia's head, her longtime client.

Rewinding the song, I Miss You, by Adele back to her favorite verse, she begins to sing out loud instead of humming like she had been doing for the last several minutes.

I love the way your body moves

Towards me from across the room

Brushing past my every groove

No one has me like you do

In your heart I bring my soul (I bring my soul!)

But be delicate with my ego (With my ego!)

I wanna step into your great unknown

With you and me setting the tone

Looking up and around the room, Paris smiles as she sees everyone looking at her and smiling as well. People knew Paris had the rare voice of an angel, but the only time you would have ever heard her sing was only at church, her job, and home.

"What?" She asks, taking her earphones out of her ear.

"Girl, you knew what you was doin' back here wit' that beautiful voice. You need to stop actin' like that voice don't exist." Carmen interjects.

Paris smiles and shrugs, continuing her focus on Malaysia's Malaysian twenty, twenty-two, and twenty-four inch hair. She was happy and elated that her longtime customer was still sticking by her side from the very beginning, and now.

When they first met, or course it was during the time where Paris was in hair school Malaysia was sent in as a rare customer for Paris's training. At the time, the two were both at the ages of twenty, and are now the same age of forty-three.

Over the years they've kept constant contact, even with Malaysia moving state to state and visiting every chance she got, even when Paris was out of town in another city near her for a hair convention, or competition.

"So when's the next hair convention for the shop?" Malaysia asks, typing away on her phone. She was becoming sleepy from Paris doing her hair, but did not want to fall asleep in the chair while there was a needle being poked around in her head.

"Uhh, in December but I'm not sure of the date yet though."

"Well, when you know let me know. Because I'm always there and here to support you."

Paris smiles and pats Malaysia's shoulder. "Thanks babe, I really appreciate you and your support for this business of mine."

"Yep, and at first I was sad about the fact of Danielle being gone at this time. That was my gossip buddy for as long as I can remember. But I respect your decision in getting rid of her, because she was a bit bad news when it came to hoein' around."