Junya felt alone. For the first time in his life, he had an opportunity to make a significant change in his life. His mother was not in the next room telling him to turn the stereo down with that „rapping stuff.. His brother was not playing video games during a writing session. Khevasiah was not dragging him down to the nail shop to keep her company. It was all up to Junya. He met a person with power. Anything that happened from this point on; pass or fail, was from his merit.
The room seemed larger than it did before. It seemed like twice as many
people had entered the room. Junya had already drunk some of the expensive
champagne, and G Man took his flask away. Junya walked slowly over to the
linoleum floor where a few patrons were dancing. Junya looked at a dark
skinned woman holding her cream colored gown by the knees as she held her
champagne glass up in the air. There were three other women dancing around
her; all wearing the same colored gown with champagne glasses.
A man with
light colored shades and a light blue 3 piece suit had his finger in his ear as he
yelled into a cell phone while trying to dance with the dark skinned woman.
Junya looked closer to the center of the collage of colored people and saw an
opening, where a couple was getting low on the dance floor. Junya saw the
profile of a light skinned woman with long hair; he thought he saw Khevasiah.
Junya lifted his head up high and charged to the other side of the dance floor.
Junya took a pause, and remembered what G-Man had spoken to him. Junya
knew he could not fully put forth his goal to impress this big time music
executive if he was cuddled up with his woman.
Junya looked again in the light
skinned woman.s direction, and saw that it was not Khevasiah.
Junya figured the best way he could bump elbows with some of the social
elite-ites was to do so literally. Junya walked around to the far left of the
linoleum dance floor, where some of the patrons were leaning on the wall with
their drinks resting on a nearby table. One of the gentlemen sat down and had
jammed his hand in his pocket, as if to look for something. The man pulled out a
business card, and he walked up to the group of people he was standing with
and handed the card and a CD to another gentleman whom was wearing a
Coogi sweater and a long yet large platinum chain.
Junya rushed over to the group and eavesdropped before he spoke.
"And this is the final production, make sure you call this number on
Monday...no, matter of fact, call Tuesday. I know he is in on Tuesday".
The
man with the business card said.
"A crisp then man yout...."
The man with in the sweater and chain said
in an island accent.
Junya inched his way closer to the gentlemen, fidgeting in his pocket for a
copy of his CD. He realized that he did not have any more, for they had been
stolen out of the Land Rover when he used the phone back in the city.
Junya then thought how stupid it was of him to look for it now, when he was just
talking to one of the heads of black music, only to not give him one. Junya
realized that his thinking in live situations was rather backwards. He sat down
at the table where the gentleman was sitting and started to sulk a bit.
"Excuse me sir, but don't you see my things at that table?"