Spin it Like That by Chandra Sparks Taylor Page B

then remembered he couldn’t see me. “Not much,” I said, and it occurred to me as soon as the words were out of my mouth that I didn’t want him to think I didn’t have a life. “I’ll probably just chill until my brother gets home from work and then see if he wants to work on our performance for All-City.”
    â€œYeah, I heard you guys did a really good job at All-District.”
    â€œYou know how we do,” I joked.
    He laughed. “Would you like to hang out with me? I have to go into the studio today to lay some tracks. If you’d like you can come with me and then we can do something afterward.”
    â€œOkay,” I said, not concerned about sounding too excited. I had never been in a studio before, and I wasn’t going to miss this chance. “Where do you want me to meet you?”
    â€œI’m very impressed,” he said.
    â€œWhy?” I said.
    â€œYou don’t want me to come to your house for our first date. That’s good.”
    â€œI don’t know you,” I said with an attitude.
    â€œI know. Never let a strange man come to your house before you get to know him. You could be dealing with a psycho.”
    â€œOkay,” I said, impressed with the fact that he was keeping it real.
    â€œWhy don’t you meet me in Manhattan at Hit Makers around noon?”
    â€œCool,” I said, already at my closet trying to figure out what to wear.
    I decided to take the train into the city, and I spent the commute trying to imagine what it would be like to be in a real studio. On TV it seemed like there was always a party going on, with crowds of people talking loud, laughing, smoking, drinking and just having a good time.
    Turned out that was the reality, too.
    When Triple T met me at the front door of Hit Makers, he greeted me with a friendly hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Welcome to Hit Makers,” he said.
    â€œThanks,” I said, looking around. The place was only about three stories high. We rode the elevator to the top floor, and when the doors opened, we walked down a short hall and stopped in front of a door. When Triple T opened it, smoke slapped me in my face. It only took a second for me to identify the pungent odor as weed. I wrinkled my nose.
    â€œI’m not going in there,” I said, stepping back.
    He just laughed. “I thought you wanted to be in the music business.”
    â€œI do,” I said.
    â€œWhat do you think your studio sessions are going to be like?”
    I thought about what he said and realized he was right. He allowed me to enter the room first, and although I took in the chicken bones and empty liquor bottles, my main focus was on the people. There were three celebrities in the room who currently had top ten Billboard songs. My mouth dropped open and Triple T laughed.
    â€œI thought I’d surprise you,” he whispered in my ear, and grinned.
    I just smiled and tried to pretend I was used to hanging out with celebrities.
    I took a seat on a low sofa and just chilled as I watched Triple T do his thing. I had to admit, I was really impressed. He reminded me a lot of myself, and it was obvious the artists respected him.
    Just as I was really getting into things, my cell phone rang, and I knew by the ring tone it was Loretta.
    â€œHey, girl,” I said.
    â€œWhat are you doing?” she asked.
    I was just about to tell her the truth when I changed my mind, because I knew she would try to come to the studio. “Just chilling with some friends.”
    â€œIt sounds like you’re at a party,” she said.
    I looked at all the action going on and grinned. “Something like that,” I said evasively.
    â€œCan you talk?” she asked.
    I glanced at Triple T and he was really into what he was doing, so I figured I had a few minutes for my girl. “Yeah,” I said. “What’s up?”
    â€œI’ve decided to get breast implants,” she said