Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.
February 14, 1992
~DeVanté's P.O.V~
Nineteen!? I can't believe Tia is JUST nineteen years old. A nineteen year old got me acting like this. I mean, I ain't complaining, but DAMN I feel some type of way. She so young and part of the industry, but seems to know what she's doing. Tia sometimes reminded me of my mother.
"What you planning on today?" I said turning to Tia.
She was nodding off but tried to play it off. "Huh," she giggled, "Yes."
My eyebrows furrowed in amusement, "You ain't even hear what I said."
"Ahuhnn, I did hear what you said." She said in a sleepy voice.
"Then, what I say?" I asked turning my whole body to her.
"I heard what you said and I answered you with a yes."
"But, what did I say?" I smiled knowingly.
"You said..." She trailed off looking up at the ceiling, trying to think.
"Exactly, caught yo ass slipping!" I laughed at her.
"Okay, you did. I'm tired though, I'm always working. So, what did you say?" She defended.
"I said, what are you planning on doing today?" I said slowly.
"I'm not illiterate, you don't have to talk so slow." She laughed, and I joined.
"I have to run the studio ALONE today because Spike has something planned with his girlfriend. Of course there will be others, but I'm the main one in charge." She said in a dull tone.
"Why you sound so dull? Shouldn't you be happy?" I asked now turning my body forward, towards the TV.
"I mean, yeah... But, they all aren't easy people to deal with." She replied.
"There will always be some bad people out of the whole bunch. Just be the boss that you are, talk like you KNOW you in charge, with authority, then they'd listen. Talk how you did when you had the gun up to my head." I laughed at the thought.
She laughed, "That's not so easy for me to do, Donald. They look at me as inferior because of my age and possibly some other things."
"C'mon now, stop it. Lay the law down, BE authoritative. You need me to come? I seem quiet and all but I ain't taking NO shit, and you look the same way."
Tia smacked her lips, "Man, stop it!"
"What? I'm serious as fuck. If you need me to come, I'll come. I ain't got shit to do today, so I'm free."
"Donald-"
"Don't call me that, it's not my name."
"As I said, DONALD," she put emphasis on my name. "That is your birth name... Anyways, you don't even know what where doing."
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