Paris, France '98
"Tilt your head up just a little to the left, yes! there you go! I love it!" The photographer and his thick French accent said snapping away with the picture, I got low and switched angles and squinted my eyes a little and stared at the camera with a seductive look
"Beautiful! Beautiful. Alright, thats it for today ladies. Good Job!" He said putting down his camera, I sighed and stood up from my position
"Here you are, nice work" My manager slash sister said
"Thank you" I said taking the towel she handed to me as we walked to my dressing room with my name printed on paper on the door
Chanté Monroe
"Is this all for today, im tired as hell" I said taking a seat infront of my mirror and fixing my hair
"Yea, for now. Remember we gotta be up and at em in the morning for our flight" She said taking a seat on the couch as i grabbed some wipes to clean the makeup off my face
"Im so not ready to leave France, It's so damn beautiful out here" I said "We didn't even get to go sightseeing" I pouted looking back at her
"We'll come back, France will always be here girl" She said waving me off. Her pager went off, she pulled it from her back pocket and checked it before taking out her phone and dialing up the number
" Yo" She said slouching down in her seat, My sister was a complete tomboy, one look at her you wouldn't even think she was my manager, you'd think she was a music artist with the way her style was set up "Yeah, Yeah we'll be there. Aight, holla" She said then hung up
"Who was it?"I asked throwing away the wipes
"Just Calvin checking, making sure we be on time tomorrow" She said
"mphm" I vocalize before standing up and slipping on my black leather jacket "Let's go, im sleepy as hell" I said pushing my hair back out of my face and throwing on my sunglasses
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Can't Let You Go
FanfictionAt the highlight of her career, Chante Monroe's toxic personal life begins to poison her and those around her leaving her stranded and alone in a world that loves no one