It's been a couple of days in the office but surprisingly I'm already at a big industry party. These are the perks I'm used to seeing on Dakari's Instagram story and now I'm here, dancing beside celebrities, abusing the open bar, and ignoring all the DMs of the niggas claiming I went Hollywood on them.
Everyone at the office is still acting pretty stank or standoffish so I brought Naomi as my plus one tonight. She's my best friend and now my roommate. Just last month we moved into the luxury apartments we only used to see we rented Airbnbs on weekend trips. With the rent we pay we could be living in a 10,000 square foot mansion in Atlanta somewhere but trust ... five-figure monthly rent is worth every penny. Plus, I use my Tune salary to pay it all. I freelance as a graphic designer and make money with sponsorships to cover all of my other expenses.
Naomi is a big YouTube star and Instagram influencer now. She worked hard and now everyone's got her name in their mouths. She was born and bred in NYC so she's been putting me on to everything over these last couple of years. Naomi's boutique is booming now so as a silent partner my pockets are more than blessed these days. I believed in Naomi from the start, so when she took off she made sure to take me with her.
"Oooooo bitch. I love it here. I love it omg!" Naomi swooned over the ballroom the industry party was on. SoHo Records was celebrating ten years in the game and here we were in the middle of legends, ready to drown ourselves in Henny margaritas.
"Let's take shots first." I declare.
"Oh bet, of what though." Naomi checked her makeup in her front camera. Her ring light phone case makes her glossy pouty lips sparkle.
"42, duh." I order for the both of us.
"They got 1942 at the bar?? Oh bitch, I can definitely get used to this."
"Well get used to it cause ain't no going back," I assure her!
"Only up!" she adds.
After two rounds of shots, we order our Henny Margs.
"Umm excuse me bitch! Do you not see me standing right here?!" Naomi snaps at a girl with long red hair dressed in a black bodysuit.
The girl looks back at Naomi and scoffs.
'Yo, Nay chill." I grab her shoulder to keep her short self from two piecing the redhead.
"Ughhh that bitch knew to try me here knowing I can't act up here. She lucky you here from work I ain't scared to get kicked outta nowhere!" Naomi rants.
"Naomi, calm down. Calm down. Who is that?" I ask her.
"That's that bitch, Yona. She used to mess with Tex and she just mad that he's on my line now. I don't even fuck with him like that but after tonight I'm bout to since she wanna try me like that," Naomi doesn't even stop to catch her breath, "And that lil bitch with her is Carli. She think she big shit too cause she Genesis girlfriend but she ain't nobody forreal. Plus I heard they ain't even together together so ..."
My heart drops a bit after hearing the mention of Genesis and girlfriend in the same sentence. I mean don't get me wrong, I knew it was all too good to be true. I just didn't know what parts.
Although she always played it cool, Dionne had been keeping up with Genesis for a while. She had been friends with Dakari since their freshman year of college and she would peep Genesis the same way he claimed he peeped her. Dionne knew Genesis had a longtime girlfriend which is why she never brought him up to Dakari but Genesis hadn't posted her in years. Dionne didn't even recognize the girl. She hadn't had the chance to tell Naomi all the details of the interview because Naomi had been away on business and now she didn't know if she wanted to. What did Naomi even mean when she said they weren't together together anyways?
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General FictionAfter busting her ass two years post-grad, Dionne Kelly turns down a fully funded fellowship at a university to pursue a career in music journalism. Working for one of the top magazines in NYC, Dionne finds herself in the midst of celebs, champagne...