“Attention everyone. Attention,” Starr said into the mic as she grabbed it with her perfectly manicured Crush on You red nails.
Almost as soon as she said it everyone settled down just…like…that.
“Thank you all for coming to my invite party for my Fashionista Fifteen Paaaaarrrrtyyyy!” she yelled into the mic.
Her smile became more genuine as everyone started applauding and jumped up to their feet yelling.
Starr held up her hands and motioned for them to quiet down again. “If you all would look under your seat you’ll find your invitations to my party/fashion show!”
Commotion broke out as everyone in the auditorium scurried to reach under their seats for the star-shaped gift box that was filled with plenty of swag—including iPods filled with her favorite playlist and several unreleased tracks from some of her father’s bestselling artists, hundred-dollar gift cards to five of her favorite designers, the newest makeup for girls and designer shades for the boys, a five-year subscription to each of her favorite mags and lastly…
“Since I’m cutting into your lunchtime I thought I’dprovide some gourmet pizza and a little lunchtime entertainment courtesy of TopStarr Records!”
As the doors to the auditorium opened up and waiters strolled in with personal pan-size gourmet pizza and fruit smoothies, Starr stepped back as the star-shaped spotlight disappeared and the stage darkened. When the stage lit up again, her father’s top-selling artist Reign bounced onto the stage and began singing his number-one hit, “King Me.”
The students forgot about their lunch as they flew up to the front of the stage.
“This is nice, Starr, and it’s just the party invite,” Marisol whispered to her before grabbing her hand to squeeze tightly in excitement. Dionne looked preoccupied but Starr didn’t have time to wonder why.
She was too busy pretending to be perfectly pleased by the official start of her party festivities, while the whole time she was big-time pissed that none of this would be on television.
twelve
Dionne
September 10 @ 10:45 p.m. | Mood: Afraid
“You wanted my baby girl to go that bourgie-ass school, Lahron. So before your chicks, before your diamonds, before all your whips, you shoulda paid the tuition!”
Dionne winced in the darkness of her room as she stood close to her door with it opened just enough for her to peek out as her mother paced back and forth, her finger slashing through the air, and her earrings clanging like cowbells as she read her father the riot act.
“I don’t need them people sending me a dang thing about Dionne’s tuition, Lahron. You need to handle that.”
Dionne closed her eyes. She had to admit this was one argument she hoped Mama won. She didn’t want to leave Pace Academy. Her daddy had to pay that tuition.
“If you straight baaallllin’ , you Jim Jones wannabe, then why these people threatening to throw Dionne out of school. Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?”
Okay, Ma, that was a low blow, Dionne thought as she let her head rest against the door.
“What you say to me? Lahron the Don ain’t nothin’ but a big ole frontin’ con. How you like that rap?”
Dionne actually smiled when her mama did a beat box.
“Well, I’m glad you have the money, Lahron. And your driver better have that check for my baby in the morning.”
Dionne’s heart soared until she felt like she had to swallow it. Yes! Yes! Yes! Dionne did a little dance in the dark, having her own little celebration party.
Beep.
“Dionne!”
She froze mid-dance.
“I know you not asleep with your little eavesdropping self. Go to bed, girl.”
Still smiling, Dionne jumped across the room and landed in the center of her bed. Even though she landed with a little whoosh she felt like she was still floating on air.
Me See No MTV!
Posted in uncategorized on September 14 @ 6:00 a.m. by thedivaofdish
Just got word that Starr Lester’s hopes of being on MTV’s My Super Sweet 16 were
Almost as soon as she said it everyone settled down just…like…that.
“Thank you all for coming to my invite party for my Fashionista Fifteen Paaaaarrrrtyyyy!” she yelled into the mic.
Her smile became more genuine as everyone started applauding and jumped up to their feet yelling.
Starr held up her hands and motioned for them to quiet down again. “If you all would look under your seat you’ll find your invitations to my party/fashion show!”
Commotion broke out as everyone in the auditorium scurried to reach under their seats for the star-shaped gift box that was filled with plenty of swag—including iPods filled with her favorite playlist and several unreleased tracks from some of her father’s bestselling artists, hundred-dollar gift cards to five of her favorite designers, the newest makeup for girls and designer shades for the boys, a five-year subscription to each of her favorite mags and lastly…
“Since I’m cutting into your lunchtime I thought I’dprovide some gourmet pizza and a little lunchtime entertainment courtesy of TopStarr Records!”
As the doors to the auditorium opened up and waiters strolled in with personal pan-size gourmet pizza and fruit smoothies, Starr stepped back as the star-shaped spotlight disappeared and the stage darkened. When the stage lit up again, her father’s top-selling artist Reign bounced onto the stage and began singing his number-one hit, “King Me.”
The students forgot about their lunch as they flew up to the front of the stage.
“This is nice, Starr, and it’s just the party invite,” Marisol whispered to her before grabbing her hand to squeeze tightly in excitement. Dionne looked preoccupied but Starr didn’t have time to wonder why.
She was too busy pretending to be perfectly pleased by the official start of her party festivities, while the whole time she was big-time pissed that none of this would be on television.
twelve
Dionne
September 10 @ 10:45 p.m. | Mood: Afraid
“You wanted my baby girl to go that bourgie-ass school, Lahron. So before your chicks, before your diamonds, before all your whips, you shoulda paid the tuition!”
Dionne winced in the darkness of her room as she stood close to her door with it opened just enough for her to peek out as her mother paced back and forth, her finger slashing through the air, and her earrings clanging like cowbells as she read her father the riot act.
“I don’t need them people sending me a dang thing about Dionne’s tuition, Lahron. You need to handle that.”
Dionne closed her eyes. She had to admit this was one argument she hoped Mama won. She didn’t want to leave Pace Academy. Her daddy had to pay that tuition.
“If you straight baaallllin’ , you Jim Jones wannabe, then why these people threatening to throw Dionne out of school. Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?”
Okay, Ma, that was a low blow, Dionne thought as she let her head rest against the door.
“What you say to me? Lahron the Don ain’t nothin’ but a big ole frontin’ con. How you like that rap?”
Dionne actually smiled when her mama did a beat box.
“Well, I’m glad you have the money, Lahron. And your driver better have that check for my baby in the morning.”
Dionne’s heart soared until she felt like she had to swallow it. Yes! Yes! Yes! Dionne did a little dance in the dark, having her own little celebration party.
Beep.
“Dionne!”
She froze mid-dance.
“I know you not asleep with your little eavesdropping self. Go to bed, girl.”
Still smiling, Dionne jumped across the room and landed in the center of her bed. Even though she landed with a little whoosh she felt like she was still floating on air.
Me See No MTV!
Posted in uncategorized on September 14 @ 6:00 a.m. by thedivaofdish
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