Music of the Sun

Chapter 6

I hear the door bell ring. Shit. That must be her. "Hey, Jaime. Wazzup?" Maybe, not. "I'm good, Marge. Come in, come in." Margaritte walks in from the front door. I hear her heels, tap dancing on the floor. "So, how was Bueno and Cassandra doing?" "Well, Bueno is pissed, right now. And Cassandra is acting like a complete whore over, all of this nonsense." Margaritte, eventually, saw my hair. Damn. I need to cut it down. NOW. "Oh, hey." I stand up from the sofa, caring Jaime's baby in my arms. "Say something, mean to me and I'll hurt you," I say, handing Jaime over to her baby. She rummages through her hand bag, looks like a coach hand bag, almost similar to Jaime's. Not that I know it. I just guessed it. She gives me an envelope. I take it off her hands. "What is this?" I ask. "That's your pay check, dumbo." I look at the envelope, I look at Jaime then to Margaritte and back to the envelope. I tore it open. I find myself taking out a check and a note. The check was from Cash Money records and the note, the note was from... Bueno? It reads: "Good job on the vocals, boy. But stay away from my girl. OK - Bueno." I place my hand on my heart. I felt it beating. It beats like I was about to drown in fear. I place the note from Bueno in my pocket. Margaritte fold her arms. "What?" "Good luck on your date." "Come on. Marge, it's not a fucking date. It's just a little thank you movie for getting me into a song." "Well, that's what they all say. And that's how Bueno got Cassie to fall in love with him." "Read my lips." Margaritte nods. "I. Am. Not. In. Love. With. Miss. Cassandra. Lopez." Margaritte mumbles something to me that I can't even understand, because it's in French or maybe English. I don't know. "Yes, I do," I say, not asking Margaritte any questions. "Gotcha. I said that you do and you just agreed to that." "I'm not in love with her. I just think that I needed time to settle down and Cassandra seems like she's doing it." "Doing it means fucking in California. I bet they don't teach you that in Hawaii, Bruno." "Stop, cursing." "I will, if-" "If what?" I had to interrupt, Margaritte. "If she agree to a dare." She elbows my sister and gives her a little wink. Jaime seems to nod her head. "OK. Your on." "I dare you to kiss Cassandra. If she kisses you back. It means that you get to date her again. If she doesn't kisses you back, than I'll get you signed to a label. Deal." "Your on." "Shake on it." She puts her hand forward, towards me. I take her hand and shake it. "I'm enjoying this already," she smiles.