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"Hello miss what can I get for you?" I said to an elderly woman.
"Oh, ahow lovely... Umm...ummm..." I'm very patient but literally, there are three choices gosh.
"May I suggest the chicken broth," I said smiling at her. I probably looked like an idiot.
"Ice tea and chicken roof it is." she looked so kind and fragile I guess I'm not to mad at mom for making me work here.
Mom said this place will teach me how to be a good wife. I don't know how but I like it so far. The uniforms and rules are stupid but it pays well.
"I'll be right back with you," I said walking off.
"oh, Aliah." My manager John said. It doesn't matter how many times I said my name correct he'd say it wrong so I did the exact same.
"Yes, Jim?"
"John honey, Your mother said you can sing?"
"no, she is lying." I mocking his tone.
"Please darling, our singer canceled on us," he said like it was my fault.
"I could try I guess," I said a little annoyed.
"oh yes perfect! Nat go get her ready ."He causing some lady to pull me.
"Oh no," What am I getting myself into. I regret this already.
"Okay, what can you sing?"
"Pass me a mic."
I sang matching the music the band played. People eye's faced me I didn't know if it was a good thing or bad thing.
When I sing my vibe just takes control.
As I got comfortable I swayed and I heard people sing the hook and some whistle at me .
I looked over to the old lady from earlier enjoying her soup and I smiled.
I stepped down and Nat and John hugged me.
"Girl you got a unique way of singing What you know about Tweet." Nat said.
"Thanks and way more than yall." I didn't know if that was good or bad.
"You definitely snapped! The costumers loved it." she said.
"Yes I never heard someone sing in cursive before." John said.
"Thanks now never ask me to do it again please!" I had a rush of anxiety and didn't like it one bit.
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"Baby girl I'm so so proud of you!" My mom said hugging me tightly.
"John said you sang today in a pretty dress and got a couple of wink-wink-" she said nudging me.
"guys asking for your number."
"Eww who says "wink wink." And all those men looked thirty going on seventy."
She smacked her teeth and rolled her eyes. "You just don't have taste."
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Quite Black Girl
Teen Fiction*Editing and reuploading* Intro: If my hair isn't bought or done differently every week I'm a broke girl. Finally given a chance to accept my curls but still, my hair is labeled as nappy yet it's natural. Can I ever win? Mama wants a woman, Daddy...
