22 year old Sydney James is an intern of the arts and repertoire department at Uptown Records. The record company is home to artists such as Al B. Sure!, Heavy D, Mary J. Blige, Father MC, and newly, Jodeci.
Happily engaged and dream job, Syd has th...
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I haven't seen DeVanté in two weeks. It's been two weeks since I made the biggest mistake of my life. It's been two weeks since I cheated on my fiancé. It's been two weeks since I completely lost myself. I can't believe that five minutes of pleasure completely overshadowed my five years of faithfulness. Every single time I close my eyes, I just imagine us. What if's, mostly. What if that drunken couple never stumbled their way into the bathroom? What if I never went to the bathroom in the first place? Every time I look at Marcus, my heart falls into the pits of my stomach. He doesn't deserve this. Not one bit.
Lately, I've been quiet and spaced out. I haven't given much attention to certain things as I should be. My birthday was coming up soon, July 2nd, to be exact. I wasn't excited for it as I normally would be. Hey, who's fault but mine, right?
Somehow, Jodeci convinced Andre to give them a break, so I really didn't have anything to do at work. I was there just taking up space. I had nothing to teach Mariah. I had no songs to choose from. I had no concepts to create. Today wasn't a break day, though. We were shooting the cover for their album today, at eight in the damn mornin'. I was just here waiting on the "OK" to leave.
Currently, I was sitting in my office, reflecting on the choices that I've made. Interrupted by a soft knock at my door, I quickly jumped back into reality.
"Come in." I softly invited. It was Mariah. I guess she hadn't started yet or something, she had a McDonald's bag and water bottle with her. I was right to assume so.
"Hey, am I interrupting anything?" she peered her head in the door.
"Nah you're good, I was just jotting down some ideas." I pointed down to a blank memo pad.
"Oh in that case, can I join you?" Why not?
"Sure, come on in. I've got nothing better to do." I laughed, bringing the attention from my demeanor to Mariah. She came in and shut the door, becoming comfortable in one of the seats that faced my desk.
"I heard this new Jodeci album is goin' to be off the chain. I need the 411, girl." she said, munching on her sausage McMuffin.
"Well", I paused, "it's coming along great from what I've heard. The album isn't even close to being finished, but things are going great. That's all I can tell you." I shrugged my shoulders.
"You're so lucky, you know that? You got everything, Sydney. You've got the man of your dreams, you're pursuing your career and working with the hottest artists. What's your secret?" she asked. I froze. What's my secret? More like what isn't my secret.
"Mariah, can I trust you?" I cautiously asked. I had to tell someone, because if I kept it to myself, I would go completely crazy. I went to go lock my office door, making sure that no one could get access to this conversation we were about to have. It seems so silly that I'm airing out my dirty laundry to a girl I've known for a little while, but keeping it inside will only make things worse.
