Bad By Myself ✔️

4. I Wanna Be Down

I would like to get to know if I could be
The kind of girl that you could be down for
Cause when I look at you I feel something tell me
That you're the kind of guy that I should make a move on
And if I don't let you know, then I won't be for real
I could be wrong but I feel something could be going on
The more I see you, the more it becomes so true
There ain't no other for me it's only you
-Brandy

Grammy night. One of her favorite nights of the year. She could mingle with cohorts, meet fellow celebs and look hot as ever. The girls always came together, but she had a date and of course, Anthony was always a hanger-on. M'Liyah always chose to be stag.

She should have come stag because she only brought Deonte to irk Spitfire. As they walked the red carpet, Deonte and Anthony knew to step back while the girls took several pictures together. Their outfits of course were coordinated, that was their theme since attending award shows. Everyone wanted to know the latest fashions they would wear and go out and buy the look the next day.

Their color scheme was black and gold. Ginger wore a bikini-style top and little leather shorts with gold sparkling tights underneath and thigh-high boots. M'Liyah wore a bikini top as well but she was partially covered by a sheer scarf draped across her. She wore a leather black mini skirt with split, and low- ankle boots. Melodie covered her bikini top completely with a sheer tank on top. She also wore black healthy shorts and knee-length boots.

This was the sexiest they ever got to dress, and Pamela did not even protest her about revealing all her tats. Ginger felt ready for anything.

"M'Liyah, can we just have some pictures with you," a photographer shouted out.

"Why?" she said, maintaining her smile as she stood in the middle of Ginger and Melodie. "You get us all or you get none of us."

"Tell him!" Melodie said.

"Stupid ass," Ginger mumbled.

After enough pictures and talking it up with the press, they made their way inside.

"Do we get to take any pictures together?" Deonte asking, taking her hand.

"Why? They see us together, they know we're together."

"So they treat me like just your little arm candy?"

"Well..."

"Oh hey, there's Spitfire and Asia," Melodie said, waving them over.

She groaned and rolled her eyes. She pretended she did not see them and kissed Deonte.

"There. Maybe they took a picture of us," she said with a smile.

"My girls," Spitfire said standing in front of her.

"Hey Spitfire, hey Asia," M'Liyah said.

"You girls look so cute! Aaw, look at them with their little bittie self. Like little munchkins."

Ginger tried not to roll her eyes again, but it was hard. Sure she was five feet two and just a hundred and five pounds, but that bitch was like five-ten and built like an Amazon. Or a clown, with her fake ass, overly enhanced boob job, and enough work done on her face she looked like a botoxed has-been. What the fuck did Spitfire see in her ass?

She was forty! He was only twenty-six. They had been dating for two years now. She was an old washed-up singer she used to idolize, but now, whatever. Holding on to her career meant hooking up with a young, hot up-and-coming music producer like Spitfire to help raise her star back up.

She probably looked cute ten years ago, and then Ginger could see how Spitfire could be with her. But she wasn't making hit music anymore, even with Spitfire at the helm.