"I'm Kamila, you?"
"I wanna sing, I wanna go places"
"Kali, I want that to be my stage name"
In the summer of 1977 Kamila moves to the Bronx with big dreams. There she meets the future get down brothers and Mylene and the soul madonnas.
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"If you can dance you can jive-"
Kamila got out of her car absorbing her surroundings. Graffiti on buildings, trash on the sidewalks, venders and small shops on every corner.
"Welcome to the Bronx." She said to herself. Kamila went to her trunk pulling out her luggage, which wasn't much, since she was in a rush to leave Ohio, her home town. Kamila always wanted to be a singer, it didn't matter what genre, and in Ohio she didn't think there were many opportunities so, she packed her bags and ran away from home. Now that she had seen the Bronx she doubted there'd be opportunities here as well. I guess I can drive further into the city in a few days, she thought. Kamila found her apartment, which was one room and had one two many locks on the front door, that instead of making her feel safer she was more worried. She put down her bags by the door and looked around. There was some drab, generic furniture that was alright for not staying long.
She got out her bed sheets that she took from home, and started making the bed. After she cleaned and fixed up the apartment making it more personal. Once she was happy with the way it looked she plopped on her bed staring at the ceiling for a few moments. I should go out and explore the town, Kamila thought, getting up and grabbing her bag and heading out the door, but not before fiddling with the locks.
Once she was out on the street she immediately felt self conscious. She was only wearing a white flowery button up and tight bell bottom jeans. She was passing by, what she assumed where school students. School ugh, she thought. Kamila dropped out back in Ohio so she wasn't sure if it would make sense re-entering. Once I'm famous I won't need school, she thought. As she was passing through the town she heard yelling. She turned in the direction, seeing a girl and her father bickering across the street, it reminded her a lot of home. Kamila's parents thought her dreams were to big, and she was setting herself up for failure. As she got closer she noticed to girls standing by watching the scene, and a tall boy with a afro walking out behind the girl and to a group of boys. Almost on cue the boys looked over to Kamila with awestruck facial expressions. Kamila smiled at the boys, and a few smiled back before she turned her attention back to the father and daughter.
"Is it always this bad?" One asked. Kamila was pretty sure it was the one with long dark hair.
"It is when it's about Mylene singing."
"Hopefully she'll still be able to go to les inferno with us."
Les inferno? I'll have to find out what that is later, thought Kamila walking past the two girls and father and daughter, whose name she was guessing was Mylene.
"Have you ever seen that girl around?"
"No but her clothes are fierce!" Said Regina after she passed.
