Jackson Dynasty

Chapter 6 (Icon)

Zeena Pov

Date: August 5th, 1985

Place: Sony Music Entertainment inc.

Time: 5:56 pm

"--And finally ladies, this is the recording studio. Well one of 'em anyways." Sly chuckles sheepishly.

Today we took a tour around Sony Music headquarters, me and the girls. I guess you could say that right now were in the process of becoming official artists of Doug Morris but that wouldnt sound as cool or brag worthy, being that nobody knows who Doug Morris is. Personally I like to say that were the young, upcoming success of Sony Music inc. It sounds so much better, right?

Except when we signed the contract, we had to vow not to mention our status to anyone outside of Sony. That includes my mother, who at the moment probably still thinks I'm in my bedroom, sleep. That would have to be the hardest part of this process, is hiding this secret life from my mom. I mean I'm not rich yet, but my lifestyle has changed vaguely. I get to have dinners at fancy ass restaurants, I get to be picked up by big ass gaurds, I even get new rich ass clothes for free. When my mom is at home cooking up a gritty dinner for us as soon as she hits the door from a shitty day at work.

But all of that pitty goes out the window when the hard work comes in. This time last year we had our first official practice as a group and it was hell. Everyday we had to run around all of the hallways in our practice hall. We had to go on diets for the whole week of training. We even had to sing everything we said instead of talking. I mean I knew it wasnt going to be a piece of cake but I didnt know I had to train like a dog either, damn!

"So, how do you like the big house?" Sly asked refering to the headquarters entryway that we were in right now. Just the entryway was just as big as my apartment, there was no way I couldnt get used to this.

"Its alright." Peaches says with her arms folded like she was uninterested. I dont know if this new attitude thing that she's trying out is her way of showing how tough she is and getting by but its not for her, she needs to stop it.

"It's lovely." I redirected and smile at him to ease the awkwardness Peaches just caused. Sly returned the smile, although it left as quick as it came. Even though Slyvester is very...to himself, I appreciate the fact that he took time out of his day to make us feel more comfortable with our new music family and even made an attempt to have some type of personality. "Are you guys hungry?" He asks stuffing his hands in his deep pockets as if he had no plans of taking them out soon. The girls reply yes, rather quickly to his simple question, ofcourse. They're fat-asses and they know it but dont tell them I said that.

"There's a buffet downstairs, its unlimited for employees and artists so...take all the time you need. Litterally." He says enthusiastically but his hint of awkward sarcasm had to find a way to slip out.

As much as I love food, and trust me I love me some food, I chose not to go with them to the buffet. I honestly wanted to look around at the establishment some more. So I did just that. Every wall in the building seemed to have posters and plaques of all artists placed on them. My eyes scan the wall to the empty spaces in between each. Eventually, mine will be up there. A voice from the back of my mind spoke but never erupted from my mouth.

My feet keep guiding me deeper and deeper into the hallway, with no anticipation to stop. Ricky Martin, Slash, Cyndi Lauper, Whitney Houston.... and Michael Jackson. My eyes stop at the silver plaque with the legend's name written all on it. Its like this wall was drenched with everlasting, abundant, success. Everyone up here had a promised future and had the world at their hands...