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“You must be very special to Quan to have him pick you to play in his video,” one of the other ladies said that was standing by the clothes that were lined up on the rack. I think she was trying to figure out which outfit she wanted me to wear. From the looks of things, I think she was the stylist.
Smirking, I asked her, “You don’t know who I am, do you?”
“Umm, no. Am I supposed to?” she asked rudely. I knew that only meant one thing and that was that she was fuckin my baby daddy or she had been fuckin him before. Let’s be clear here. She know exactly who I was.
“I’m his daughter’s mother,” I said, turning my attention to her.
“Oh shit! You’re Charlie? That’s why you look so familiar,” the female said that was doing my hair and I gave her a small smile.
“But I guess it makes sense, since he did write the song about you,” the one doing my hair said. I looked at the stylist’s face and the pissed off look that she was sporting did not go unnoticed at all.
A minute later, there was a knock on the door. “No one can come back here until we’re finished. She’ll be out in about another twenty minutes,” the stylist yelled out to whoever was knocking on the door.
“That’s my fuckin best friend back there! You better open this damn door,” a voice yelled and I knew that it was nobody but Toya’s ass. I smiled and then the stylist went over and opened the door and in walked Monae, holding her little Morkie dog, Pebbles, along with Toya.
My best friends looked so pretty. Toya was a mixed breed of black and Puerto Rican standing at 5’6, and was built like a fashion model. She said that she got that Puerto Rican part of her from her father because her mother was black. Her hair was long, stopping just above her ass and she joined me once every week to hit up the Dominicans. Her eyes were gray and she had a pretty, small birth mark on the top of her right eye. Right now, she was wearing a pair of skintight gold Guess jeans with a white tank top that clung to her body, showing off her four pack abs that she liked to brag about. Her tattoo that she had on her upper chest between her neck and shoulder of her mother’s name was visible now. Her mother had died in a terrible car accident last year. Monae was standing next to her in a pretty Adidas sport dress, along with the matching Adidas sneakers to match.
“Best friend, I’m not even about to tell you how beautiful you look because your ass hear that enough,” Toya playfully said, walking over to me and taking in my hair and make-up.
“Well, I’m going to tell you. You look good girl. Do you see all them damn people out there? Are you nervous?” Monae asked me.
“Girl, nervous isn’t even the word. I know this is my hood and everything. I’m just scared of fuckin up on the set or something. I never did anything like this before and I just want everything to go good,” I said, rubbing together my sweaty hands.
“Charlie, you’ll do great, boo. Plus, me and Monae are going to be standing right on the side cheering you on,” Toya said and I smiled.
Twenty minutes later, I was fully dressed and my hair and make-up were a success. Right now, I was wearing a jean jumpsuit with no bra so the sides of my breasts were exposed, literally leaving little to the imagination. I didn’t have a lot of breasts, so I was good. On my feet were a pair of gold Gucci pumps and my hair was styled bone straight with a part down the middle. If I didn’t know any better, I would really think that I was a paid video girl because I looked just that good. I stepped out on set and Quan was waiting for me inside of his Ferrari, sitting in the driver’s seat.
“Charlie, come over here right quick,” somebody called out that was holding onto a big video camera. He was a young white boy, looked to be about 26 and he was sweating, I guess from being out in this hot ass Miami sun.
I walked over to him and waited to hear what he had to say. “This scene is pretty simple. We really don’t need you to do anything but ride in the car and just act like you’re having a good time while Quan is rapping. Every once in a while, you can get affectionate. Like maybe, kiss his neck, cheek and put your hands on him. Any questions?” he asked. I could tell that he didn’t want me to ask any questions and that he was ready to get this video finished.
“No, I’m good,” I told him.
“Okay, go and head over there now so we can get this part over with,” he told me.
I looked into the streets and I could hear people calling my name that I knew from the hood. They literally had to block all of 63rd Street off for this video and kept having to tell the fans to stay on the sidewalk. I walked over to Quan and then Quay came over and opened the door for me and I stepped in. Quan was sitting down, looking so scrumptious. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, so all of his tattoos were fairly visible. The only thing he had on was a pair of Robin jeans and a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses He had his fangs gold in his mouth and a black snapback on his head. The way his jewelry shined and the way his light brown eyes sparkled in this Miami sun made him look like dessert and I wanted to get a sample of him.
“Damn, you look good, girl,” Quan said, turning his attention to me.
I smirked at him and relaxed in my seat. I wouldn’t dare tell his ass that he looked good because he was already too big headed. We stayed on this scene for like another hour and at first, I was nervous but eventually, this shit was like putty in my hands. The camera loved me and everybody on set kept telling me how much of a natural that I was. I swear some of these bitches out here couldn’t stand my ass because they were looking at me like they wanted to kill me. Jaquan just had to fuck every bitch in the whole fuckin Miami. The only scene that I was somewhat nervous about was the bedroom scene. I was very much in love with my body and I knew my body was the shit, but damn, did everybody have to see it? I mean, everything wasn’t showing. I was wearing a two piece cheetah set with a pair of black pumps. We shot that scene at Jaquan’s house and it ended after that.
Literally at 2:30 A.M., we were wrapping things up and the editor had just finished and we were all gathered in Jaquan’s living room, waiting to see the final thing. The video came out to be a total success and Jaquan and I looked like a real ass couple. Looking at that video, I’m not going to lie, I wish that I had a love like that in real life but I already knew that me and my baby daddy getting back together wasn’t going to ever happen. We looked to be an ideal couple on set, but we both k
new that it wouldn’t be anything like that in real life. Before Jaquan got famous, I didn’t think our relationship would work because of the simple fact that we were way too much alike and that caused us to bump heads way too much. Now I knew we definitely wouldn’t work because I knew that Jaquan was out here being a fuckin dog in these streets and the way my feelings were set up, I wasn’t in the business of getting my heart broken. So, to avoid all that, I think that it was just best for us to just be great parents to China.
“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about!” Quay said once the video ended and he and Jaquan had given each other a fist pump and everybody in the room applauded. Everyone was standing inside of Jaquan’s living room. From myself to the videos directors, hair and makeup crew, all of Jaquan fuckin homeboys, my girls, and of course, there were a few groupie bitches lingering around as well.
“Oh my God, Charlie, you and my brother need to stop fuckin playing and just get back together. Ya’ll are seriously my relationship goals and ya’ll look so good together,” Monae said, walking over to me and hugging me around my waist.
“Best friend, honestly, the video was perfect. For this to be your first video, you did very good,” Toya said, giving me a hug as well.
I really loved my friends for staying out here with me until two in the morning. I knew for a fact that most people wouldn’t have done that and that’s why I loved them so much.
“How are you going to get home? I didn’t see your car. I’ll take you if you want me to,” Toya said.
“Naw, Toya, she good. I’m going to make sure she gets home,” Jaquan said, coming from behind me.
Toya looked at me strangely, as well as Monae. “I’ll call you guys when I get home. We can meet up tomorrow for drinks,” I said.
