touch with her.
OMG!! GTFO!! So we R rollin' with Hip Hop's finest! 2nite! I tnk Im gon die!!!
Great. Lalana had to find a way to come up with three tickets to that fashion show or she wouldn't be able to face her friends. The DJ, still speaking on the radio, mentioned a few free tickets being given away. What the hell , Lalana thought, and picked up the phone.
"Power 196 FM, how may I help you?"
"Hi, I'm calling about tickets to tonight's filming of the BET fashion show."
"Ma'aam this is not the hotline," the receptionist answered. "You've reached the business line. We don't give tickets away at this number."
"I'm sorry," Lalana said. "I should have introduced myself properly. My name is Darlarece Harris, and I book for the local talk show 'Great Day LA.' I have a top designer interested in speaking with MC ROC about a new clothing line in the works. Now, please don't share this with anyone, because it's still in the works. But I messed up, because I was supposed to reserve three tickets for this designer's assistants; they're really more like headhunters, but anyway, I need to figure out a way to get them in."
"Um," the woman said.
Lalana knew she had her.
"Well," the receptionist said, "I could get you a couple of tickets, but you'd have to act like you won the contest if anyone asked."
"Oh, that would be fine, I mean, I'll even pay for them if I have to," Lalana offered.
"No, I'm not allowed to sell them. They're actually comp tickets, but if I can help make this deal happen, I don't see anything wrong with that. We love MC ROC around here. The only problem is, I don't know how I'd get the tickets to you."
"I can have someone pick them up," Lalana offered.
"If you can do that, then we can make this work. Have someone come by the station and get them before six. Would that work for you?"
"Absolutely!" Lalana's heart raced. She couldn't believe she had pulled off the near-impossible.
"Okay, just have your messenger press the after-hours button. Someone will run the tickets down."
"Oh, my God! How can I thank you for this? What's your name?"
"Tamara Jones," the woman said. "And really, don't even worry about it. I just hope the deal goes through. You know what, maybe on second thought, you could send me a pair of the jeans when it does. Will they have jeans in this line?"
"Oh, yes! Absolutely. And I'll do better - I'll send an entire outfit. Just give me your size."
Chapter Fourteen
Lalana went with the skintight cat suit and brown Coach boots. She could get her outfit together for the CD-signing another time. She added one of the new Coach riding caps and knew she'd command some attention - even in a room full of models.
She got to the venue early, and waited for Lisa and Tina to show up. When they finally did, there were only two minutes to spare before the show started.
Barely able to speak to them because she was so mad, Lalana just grabbed her ticket from Lisa's hand and rushed to the short line at the door.
"You guys better be glad there's no line," Lalana said. "I don't like this at all. If I miss him because of you, ugh," she bitched.
Tina and Lisa exchanged knowing looks.
"Let's give her a pass 'cause we know she's on one tonight, real happy about seeing her man," Lisa joked.
Once inside, all the seats closest to the makeshift stage were already occupied. The women found some empty spots at the opposite end of the venue. Lalana was seething.
No sooner had they sat down than she sprang up from her chair, turned to Lisa and Tina and said, "I'll be back."
"Where you going?" Lisa wanted to know.
Lalana held up her phone, acting like she had just gotten a text message. "He asked me to come to the back," she lied.
Tina nodded and twisted her body to the side so Lalana could squeeze thought the aisle.
* * * *
Lalana slipped backstage with relative ease. Only a few seconds went by before she heard ROC's voice loud and clear from the dressing rooms.
"I ain't doin' that shit, and that's final!"
OMG!! GTFO!! So we R rollin' with Hip Hop's finest! 2nite! I tnk Im gon die!!!
Great. Lalana had to find a way to come up with three tickets to that fashion show or she wouldn't be able to face her friends. The DJ, still speaking on the radio, mentioned a few free tickets being given away. What the hell , Lalana thought, and picked up the phone.
"Power 196 FM, how may I help you?"
"Hi, I'm calling about tickets to tonight's filming of the BET fashion show."
"Ma'aam this is not the hotline," the receptionist answered. "You've reached the business line. We don't give tickets away at this number."
"I'm sorry," Lalana said. "I should have introduced myself properly. My name is Darlarece Harris, and I book for the local talk show 'Great Day LA.' I have a top designer interested in speaking with MC ROC about a new clothing line in the works. Now, please don't share this with anyone, because it's still in the works. But I messed up, because I was supposed to reserve three tickets for this designer's assistants; they're really more like headhunters, but anyway, I need to figure out a way to get them in."
"Um," the woman said.
Lalana knew she had her.
"Well," the receptionist said, "I could get you a couple of tickets, but you'd have to act like you won the contest if anyone asked."
"Oh, that would be fine, I mean, I'll even pay for them if I have to," Lalana offered.
"No, I'm not allowed to sell them. They're actually comp tickets, but if I can help make this deal happen, I don't see anything wrong with that. We love MC ROC around here. The only problem is, I don't know how I'd get the tickets to you."
"I can have someone pick them up," Lalana offered.
"If you can do that, then we can make this work. Have someone come by the station and get them before six. Would that work for you?"
"Absolutely!" Lalana's heart raced. She couldn't believe she had pulled off the near-impossible.
"Okay, just have your messenger press the after-hours button. Someone will run the tickets down."
"Oh, my God! How can I thank you for this? What's your name?"
"Tamara Jones," the woman said. "And really, don't even worry about it. I just hope the deal goes through. You know what, maybe on second thought, you could send me a pair of the jeans when it does. Will they have jeans in this line?"
"Oh, yes! Absolutely. And I'll do better - I'll send an entire outfit. Just give me your size."
Chapter Fourteen
Lalana went with the skintight cat suit and brown Coach boots. She could get her outfit together for the CD-signing another time. She added one of the new Coach riding caps and knew she'd command some attention - even in a room full of models.
She got to the venue early, and waited for Lisa and Tina to show up. When they finally did, there were only two minutes to spare before the show started.
Barely able to speak to them because she was so mad, Lalana just grabbed her ticket from Lisa's hand and rushed to the short line at the door.
"You guys better be glad there's no line," Lalana said. "I don't like this at all. If I miss him because of you, ugh," she bitched.
Tina and Lisa exchanged knowing looks.
"Let's give her a pass 'cause we know she's on one tonight, real happy about seeing her man," Lisa joked.
Once inside, all the seats closest to the makeshift stage were already occupied. The women found some empty spots at the opposite end of the venue. Lalana was seething.
No sooner had they sat down than she sprang up from her chair, turned to Lisa and Tina and said, "I'll be back."
"Where you going?" Lisa wanted to know.
Lalana held up her phone, acting like she had just gotten a text message. "He asked me to come to the back," she lied.
Tina nodded and twisted her body to the side so Lalana could squeeze thought the aisle.
* * * *
Lalana slipped backstage with relative ease. Only a few seconds went by before she heard ROC's voice loud and clear from the dressing rooms.
"I ain't doin' that shit, and that's final!"
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