"Shutup Kahlil...I'm tired. Okay! I can't do this". He looks me up and down almost scanning my tired full-figured body. He then opened his tight-lipped mouth to whisper "God's gonna get us through this babe." "That's it Kahlil...okay I don't need your god or whatever. I need someone real someone whos actually here"- "Okay, you wanna talk real huh. Well talk to me Ami" he says, yelling and crying slightly. I have never seen a man cry nevertheless a black man. It almost broke me to see him feeling the pain I feel every day. Breaking me from my trance he's yelling with tears in his eyes "Huh Ami...you never talk to anyone and then you wanna complain when someone offers you help. I love you with everything in me, and for you to say you're tired when you got a whole other person here - fighting for you. I should be tired, Ami"! --------------------------------------------- When a shy girl moves to ATL to chase her dreams, she realizes just how much she doesn't know herself. Ami wants to walk across the stages, be the best performer, but with all the issues she faces can she even take the first steps? After leaving the studio one day she runs into the man of her dreams, or what some would say is the man of her dreams. Ami is broken but so is everything else around her. "I wonder what goes on in that thick skull of yours," Kahlil says chuckling.