An overly-eager artist being welcomed into the industry is taken on a bumpy ride as she learns life does not have as many sunny days as she thought. Within the process, she comes to learn that her tour guide is a lot more important to her than she e...
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On the couch, I sit, watching television as I finally have the freedom to do some such as simple as lounge. Only recently has my body started readjusting to the concept of timezones, daylight savings, and sleep patterns. It took Rio to do me good. I much rather tour than not and for that reason, I dream of the day where I am on the road so much that my body completely loses touch with time. It is then that I'll truly exist in a timeless world but until then, I'm stuck settling on sleeping through the day. I'm so out of sync with the rest of the world that I don't even know what I'd like to watch.
On the screen was one of those random countdowns on MTV so I leave it on as background noise as look through the book of possible future designs to be worn by me. I look up every now and then when a video catches my eye. It is probably somewhere around one o'clock in the morning. I'm trapped. I wanted to take a drive but all of the streets and road are closed. There's a crazy storm outside that can knock my cable at any given moment.
"Next up on the top one hundred countdown at number two is a video that is as a daring as they come. We have Lyric's Blow!" The frail white girl hosting the show exits and a warning screen comes up. I have yet to have seen this video and I have to admit I am excited. Quick question though, what the warning sign there for?
I vividly remember when she shot the video because she came down to see the last show of the tour. We spoke about it maybe a week or so after. She expressed a lot of concern about how things were going with it. To me, she said the first video shot came out as a mess. The editing, the directing, the lighting, the wardrobe... Everything was just a mess. Hearing her so upset was a trip. She was already forcing herself out of that fake good girl act she accustomed herself to. I got a little worried for her, I got to admit it. Anybody with eyes can see she's finally becoming whoever she's supposed to be. I would've hated for her to take cover because of one setback.
Lyric didn't disappoint. She wrote a treatment for the new video once the old one was scratched. Keeping certain elements from the first one such as the location being the skating rink, she revealed very little about the new video to me. I don't even know when she shot it. One thing I know was heard through the grapevine. They saw two different versions exist. One plays on television as another was nearly banned from American television, only to be seen on television after nine o'clock.
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING PROGRAM CONTAINS LANGUAGE AND SITUATIONS OF AN ADULT NATURE. SOME MATERIAL MAY NOT BE APPROPRIATE FOR YOUNG VIEWERS.
My eyebrows furrow as I sit up in curiosity. She's got my interest now. After the warning runs, my screen goes black for a second. Lyric appears, looking like a completely different person, in a blonde wig that somehow seems natural on her, matching her themed attire. Sensuality oozed from her with ease as she twirled around the rink in her skates, wearing the shortest of shorts that accentuated her legs and thighs. Astonishment rises from the pit of my stomach that flips as I watch her lip sync against a wall of lockers, lips plump and glistening.
Lyric has finally tapped into her sexuality and it is interesting to watch. It is exciting, really. All of it is sexy. The clothing, the dancing, the lyrics. I am amazed. Scooting closer toward the television, I intently watch the video from the couch without wanting to miss a single second of what I am witnessing. My body can't help but yearn for this to be a reality in front of my face. Everything she did, she did beyond well as danced on a skate rental counter in the kind of workout clothes seen on Venice Beach, surrounding by dancers and items that glowed in the dark.
When you see a woman of her caliber doing things like this, your body creates a conscience of its own... A conscience that doesn't give a shit about anything else except making love to this woman raw until you fall apart at the seams. The feeling is primal. Primal lust based on nothing but hormones and instinct. Lord knows I could go all night. Lord knows I want to go all night. Everything in me wanted her. I don't feel like I am watching Lyric. I feel as if this is a random, though outrageously beautiful, woman trying to seduce the world and she is nothing short of being successful at it.
She seduced me.
The harder I stare, the hotter my body becomes. I can't help but imagine myself beneath her hips as she grinds. She'd have me begging on my knees and I'm okay with that. There aren't many women who can do that to me. I feel that she'd be one of the very few to achieve such a status. Lyric, changed. No, she didn't change... She is finally learning to embrace the very special thing that lies within her.
She's a freak.
"Who's that?" Susannah asks as she is walking in, fully clothed her pajamas. Our relationship has reaches the point of her spending night after night at my house. I don't give a fuck what Sheila says. I don't give a fuck what Jill says. I don't care what anyone has to say, I throughly enjoy the time I spend with Susannah snd I love having her here.
My eyes bounce between the woman in my life and the woman who'll be in my dreams as I mentally answered Susannah's question.
God's gift to man.
"Lyric, look at her..." My briefs grew heavy as I watched the video unbeknownst to me and in some way, shape, or form, I need to release this load of sexual frustration. The easiest way is to just start up something up Susannah. "Baby, come here... Let me talk to you." My lips lock underneath my teeth, a smile spreading across them. I need to blow off some major steam.
