"When you're too hood to be in them Hollywood circles. And you're too rich to be in that hood that birthed you. And you become better than legends you thought were the greatest"
Ashanti woke up to the sun burning the side of her face. Smacking her lips she placed her hand around her dry throat. Sitting up in the bed she looked around, her makeup stained the pale yellow sheets on her bed. She sucked her teeth sliding off the bed walking into her bathroom her eyes semi closed. Sitting on the toilet she yawned stretching her arms above her head. After flushing the toilet she washed her hands before walking back into her bedroom. Walking past the mirror in her room she glanced at herself in the mirror. Stopping as she reached her bed she backtracked to the mirror. A loud squeal left her mouth, she covered her mouth with her hand. "What the fuck?" She asked herself dropping to her knees crying in the mirror. She pulled the ends of her hair up, the length freaking her out.
Her eyes drifted to the bathroom floor, pieces of shattered glass and hair littered the floor. "Did I? Did I?" She asked herself slightly hyperventilating. Crawling to the bathroom she picked up pieces of her hair holding it in her hands. Fat tears traveled down her face; she had been growing her hair since middle school. All the memories she had were on the floor. The 7 step regime she did to her hair once a week was not going to be able to fix this. All the nights she would wrap her hair and take her vitamins to ensure her strands got what it needed to thrive down the drain. "I'm really ugly now." She whispered putting her head in her lap crying. Her cell phone rang on her nightstand, she stood and wiped her tears. Clearing her throat she answered. "Hi Milano." She placed a smile onto her face her voice not carrying an ounce of sadness in it. She was so good at pretending at this point in her life she should've been an actress.
"Dad said you had an emergency at work, you ok?" She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, Louie called me freaking out. He thought we lost footage for the music video we shot for Ciara." Milano sighed, "You know we don't really get to spend time with Daddy since he's usually so busy. Next time try and stay with us." She ran her fingers through her short hair, "I gotta go Mill I'll talk to you later." Milano wasn't ready to get off the phone yet. "Wait, Ashanti-." It was too late, she had already disconnected to call. She swept the hair and glass up then vacuumed for extra measure before hopping into the shower. Her now short hair curling onto her head. She dressed in a pair of black jeans, loose fitting long shirt and black Nike Prestos. She wore all black even though it was hot outside, she wanted to be invisible after what happened to her last night.
Grabbing her purse and sunglasses she snatched from Nas's home she left to go to Harlem. Walking into the air conditioned building she let out a sigh of relief. "Welcome to Assure Arman, how can I help you today?" The woman behind the desk asked her, she stepped up to the desk nervously. "Hi, I'm here for Reya." The woman looked at her. Reya owned the salon and barely took clients, 'This person must be important.' She smiled and directed her to a seat giving her a flute of champagne. She disappeared into the back to get her boss. She appeared a couple minutes later, guiding her to Reya's office. When Ashanti entered she could see Reya standing by the door waiting for her the red crushed velvet two piece set she wore contrasting on her brown skin perfectly. Her hair was now short and cropped close to her head. The cut extenuated her high cheekbones.
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