The man with the business cards said to Junya.
"My bad yo, I did not see your things... I will get..."
"What do you mean you did not see them? I saw you squeeze your way
through the tables to get to this one. I saw you looking at me when I was sitting
at the table? On the real, what is it? Business or beef?. The man with the
business cards said while he raised his hands in the air above his shoulders.
"I...I am an emcee man, I saw you with the CD, and I assumed you were a
producer or something like that. I thought maybe we needed to meet, despite
the..."
"Despite what? That is cool man, that is what we black people here for!
We doing black business! Net-work-iiing!"
The man with the business cards
said with a slight slur. The man had been drinking heavily, and was politely
disrespecting Junya.
"It is cool, I can see you and your crew here don't wa..."
"What did I just finish saying to you? I thought I told you it is cool, I saw
your red eyes from across the room! Stop hating on a nigga and let him get his
shine...you know, let me do my business, then when I get on, you can do your
business."
The man picked up his things and directed the other persons in his
party to relocate. Junya stepped back so that they could pass, then stood in the
vacant spot where the people were standing.
Junya had a good view of the dance floor and the entrance to the enlarged
VIP area. He could also look over his shoulder and see the area where G Man
and his wife were. Junya started to head back in that direction, but the key thing
was to make sure some people had known whom he was. Junya.s eyes perused
the dance floor; seeing nothing but the finest of wardrobe, the shiniest of jewelry,
and the happiest of faces. Everyone at this event seemed to have been really
successful, whether they all rapped, or they all sat behind the desk at some
record label.
Junya leaned his hand on the edge of the wall where there was a
ledge, and kept it there while he bobbed his head to the music. Junya started to
feel a cold sensation on his arm, and realized that the edge was reserved for
drinks, and not elbows. He lifted up his arm and saw that his jacket sleeve was
soaked with alcohol. Junya started to look in a frenzy for any sign of a restroom.
He turned to the entrance of the fancy hotel room, and saw a sign for the
restroom.
As Junya walked to the restroom, he saw a lot of people looking at him.
Junya.s wounds had not quite gone down from the incident earlier, and he also
felt out of place being around such rich people; and people sensed that vibe.
Junya smiled and nodded his head as his focus was to get to the bathroom and
wash out the wet stain before it dried and smelled. En route to the bathroom,
Junya realized how petty he was being. He kept on walking past fine ass women
and thugged out brothers that definitely looked like they was involved with
music. Junya walked into the men.s room and saw that it was packed. The smell
of cigarette smoke filled the waiting area, while some other men were shooting
dice in the corner.
Junya saw one of the men put a $100 bill on the floor and roll
the dice without hesitation. He lost the roll and put another $100 bill on the
floor.
"You waiting in line?"
Junya asked a man standing in front of him in the
seemingly long line.
"What the fuck you think I.m doing in here, chilling? What kind of dumb
ass question is that? You smoking whet or something my nigga?"