Breakfast on the Beach
Me and Kierra finally got up early enough to enjoy breakfast on the beach. The past couple mornings every time we tried, we either was all out doing something, or still drunk from the night before and over slept. This vacation was well needed though, even though it was mainly a business trip, we extended the trip just to have a little fun. Only thing I was missing on this trip was my man. Everyone else all boo’d up, I wanted to be boo’d up with my man. But because basketball playoffs was really soon, and he had practices to attend, he really didn’t have the time to come with me. If he missed practice, coach didn’t allow them to play in the game. However, I woke up this morning to what I felt was disturbing news. So there was a blog post about a girl being seen with Cameron, at one of the clubs him and his friends usually go to after games. I know with this lifestyle comes groupies, and I wasn’t too sure, if she was really just a fan or a groupie trying to push up on my man and get in my bed. However, this news put me into a place I haven’t been since I was with Mecca. I refused to let that happen again. So this morning I had no way of talking to him. I just assumed because he hadn’t returned my call he was in practice when I tried to call him, but he has yet to call or text me back. I kinda wanted to push that to the back of my head, until I talked to him. I didn’t want to bring that up off rip, with Ki. Plus her and Nik have been having the time of their life. I didn’t want to be a “Debby-Downer” all of a sudden. I mainly wanted to talk to her about being my personal stylist though. like legitimate start a team, I been so heavy in thought about my career, and with the success of my Sports Illustrated Magazine Cover, I honestly was ready to take on more gigs. I know she would be there for me when I need her for a job, but I was def willing to pay her at any costs for her services… so this morning I laid out my business plan.
“I need a really good manager, I really plan on continuing with modeling. And I need to take this serious. With all these new business ventures I’m starting, ‘The Loft” and “Get Inked”, I need a manager, an assistant, a receptionist, a nanny. It just so much I have to do.”I said, with frustration in my voice.
Even though it was kind-of stressful thinking about what the next chapter in my life was going to be like. I was really happy that I finally made a step in chasing my dreams. I hadn’t really paid attention but Kierra was not playing with her food, sis was half way done with her food because whole time I was talking she was eating, I figured I slide my little idea.
“Damn sis, you’re hungry huh?” I said laughing “But also i thought, since your so good with everything, my outfits, my make-up and hair n‘shit, why not do it as a part-time job for me.” I tried to make it so sweet and innocent by giving her the hardest grin. She damn near choked from laughing.”I’m sorry I was trying make it seem as sweet and innocent by smiling.” I started laughing. “But I’m very serious, I would definitely pay you what ever you charge or want to charge me.”
She really started considering it, I could tell in her face. Sis started rubbing her chin. I knew I had her thinking about it.
“Well first, dick and liquor did this to mean because I haven’t ate since yesterday. Blame your cousin, I’m hungry!!”
“Yea that’s TMI, I don’t want to hear about my cousin sis ew.“ I said jokingly.
“I’ll consider it seriously though, I’ve been trying to get into somebody store or salon since we been in Cali. I haven’t came across any stores that suits me there” She said with this look on her face.
Just then, a light bulb went off in my head. Marciano has the perfect basement space in his Shop. I figured why not let her use that has her lil studio for the time being.
“I really didn’t know you were trying to get into someones salon. I would’ve helped out with that when you guys moved to Cali. You know I could’ve helped I know people. I mean honestly, a bitch with hands and style as you, you need your own business. I think I have an idea though,” I said while rubbing my hands like I got the master plan. “Marciano has space in his basement, we can turn that into a little something for you. I mean, the space is unoccupied. You and Nik ever talked about getting you your own spot?”
“We’ve talked about it. but he’s stays downstairs in the studio with B all day.”
“So have you brought back up to him? I mean he’s at the shop with Marciano sometimes too, I’m sure he knew about the space in the basement.“
“Yeah, I’ve been looking online at places all the time. But nothing has caught my eye and has been damn near out of our budget right now since the move.”
I could tell in her tone that, that was her dream. And she wanted to do the one thing she loved. I know Nik dragged her to California, It was only right he help her achieve her dreams. I figured let’s kill two birds with one stone. Since I need a stylist, she needs a studio to work out of. Let’s ask the owner of Get Inked.
“I can definitely tell you that you have a talent, and you can make money off that talent. I can tell that doing hair and fashion is your passion. I’m going to talk to my brother about using the space. And if he wants to charge something, I’ll handle that because I need you on my team at all cost.” Once I said that she was as eager I was. The conversation we had honestly went in another direction than I thought.
“Girl that would be dope as hell, and if your brother tries to charge us anything besides a little rent, he can cut it. And I would beat his ass.” she said laughing.
“I honestly would have never known you wanted your own salon if i never asked. And you would have never known it was an extra room in Marciano studio. See what happens when great minds come together. And you’re right as fuck, if he try to tax, all three of us, Me, You and Yas gon beat his ass.”
We got up and hauled ass out to find my brother. We had business
offers ready for approval. I’m just the friend that’s gon’ make sure
everybody eating good.
We had finished our food by now, doing all that “business” talk and I had for got all about telling her about the Cameron situation earlier. We had came up with an idea and business offer for the business man him-self. I figured I’d tell her about Cameron behind closed doors. I was very suspicious of the guy there, he kept walking past our table. I couldn’t let the paparazzi hear such sensitive information. Our brainstorming conversation was sensitive as well anyway but I wasn’t going to be caught slipping.