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Two words echo through my head...Whitney Houston. I looked up to her of course as a singer and inspiring artist. But that night at my album release party...showed me something. I don't whether its right or wrong to feel this way but--It was eye opening. Being that close and inhaling her sweet scent of tobacco. Blowing cigarette smoke in her face and laughing as she joked around. I never thought...I wanted to be that close to anyone before...
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I stared at the ring on my finger, an engagement ring from Tommy. A silver band full of bright diamonds, both big and small. With a sigh, I took off the ring and slipped it into the back pocket of my high-waisted jeans. Closing my small notebook, I sighed and closed my eyes...I could still remember the curve of her Whitney's lips as she smiled. I wanted to hear her say it again," You're not as hard to get to as I thought Mariah...but for me, you're easy to steal. Tommy doesn't know what's really inside of you but I do."
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"Mariah," Walter said from the door the studio. "Yeah," She replied, turning around in her swivel chair. "Whitney is hear to see you." He added. Mariah raised an eyebrow and walked out the studio. She was met with familiar, deep brown eyes and smirking dark, red lips. "Whitney," Mariah spoke, trying to keep from showing her shock and nervousness," W-What are you doing here?"
"I just came to visit. I want to figure you out.."
Thud.
Mariah took a small moment to notice the taller woman had been cornering her to a wall. A slow, quiet step forward and she'd take a nervous step back. With her spine to cold, marble wall and nobody outside the studio except them. Mariah swallowed hard," You're,"
The brunette felt a hand go to her waist and a finger hook itself to one oh her empty belt loops.
"Awfully close Ms. Houston..." She finished. Whitney chuckled, smirked," That's the point."
