Imagine getting a call that YOU were chosen to be signed to a record label. Also imagine having to stop your reality just to become someone and something you're not. Having fame is not easy and some people regret making that decision.
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"Hey ma," I walked into her studio apartment to see her painting on a tall canvas.
"Hey baby, what you doing here?" She squinted her eyebrows and moved her head away from the canvas and smiled up at me.
"Came to see you before we left," I went in to hug her. "I just left daddies, y'all still ain't talking?"
"Nope" she scoffed and just rubbed her brush into some paint.
Things changed, a lot after my brother died. He was the glue that held the family together and after he passed it's like everything just fell apart.
Without him here it feels like living is a crime. I didn't wanna be anywhere without him but I had to keep living my life.
And mama did and so did daddy. But they decided that it was best if they lived apart and that crushed me as well.
Seeing them together all my life and they just split up so suddenly when they needed each other the most.
I felt like my life was going downhill after that but then I found music, mama found art, and sadly, my daddy found alcohol and a white woman that did things my mother couldn't due to her suffering.
It took me awhile to forgive him for stepping out on mama. She most definitely didn't deserve that during her time of grieving.
"He asked about you," I said sitting in a chair behind her. "Said he missed you,"
"Aha," she just laughed and shook her head. "He wasn't missing me when he was sleeping around on me. No need for him to start that shit,"
"You didn't deserve that," I pressed my lips together. "Nobody does,"
"You'd think after being married for over twenty years you'd stay and help that person get better after a tragedy like that. But you know men only do things so that they can feel good. They don't give a fuck about the next person,"
Even though he cheated awhile back, she was still hurt. I could tell by the croaks in her voice and how aggressive she painted her picture.
"But enough about your father. How's the music? You liking the label?" She turned back towards me. "I been listening to that new song, with the baby,"
