Tris raked a hand through her long wavy dark brown hair, staring down at her history book in annoyance and hopelessness. She had a feeling she was going to be here for a while. She looked over her history paper, three neatly written in cursive. She wrote two paragraphs and needed three more. She was a junior at New York University and was majoring in Filming and Music, mostly composing. She had a thing for melodies, instrumentals that wove the lyrics into the song. She was the only one in the group who didn't have a job. She was trying to get a Master's degree in Music Production. She thought about working at Arista Records. A good job in the big industry but her real reason was to get close to Whitney. Yes, she wanted Whitney Houston. It seemed like an impossible feat but Tris was smart and cunning, when she wanted something, she always got it. But first, she had to get through this history paper. She could tell it was going to be a long night, a very long night. With a sigh, she picked up her phone and saw the new messages from My Girlz.
Jlo just fired me! Finally free but now I need a ride...
Hazel responded,
(Sigh) I'm comin'
I also need a ride,
Hazel replied,
Seriously?! You too?! Okay, what about you T?
She chuckled and texted back,
It's gonna be a long night guys...try not to have too much fun without me.
Okay then... Hazel replied,
Try not to come back too late.
Will do Gigi
"I need more coffee," Tris said, looking over her papers.
