abreast of what was going on and waiting for Andre’s instructions. Just as they did in Chicago, the people were coming into the stadium from every direction. The show was late, starting at 8p.m., almost costing Andre an additional $4,000 to pay the city.
With the microphone in hand, Little Joe was fired up and ready to open the show after practicing his new jokes. When the concert ended, the audience stood begging for more. However, they had no choice but stay in compliance with the city in order to avoid being sited for breaking the contract. Tired and packing down their gear, Andre walked up to his team of performers.
“Hey guys, I’ve got a treat for you. We’ve just been offered the use of the hospitality suit on the top floor of the hotel, compliments of the manager. How about that? But let me warn you, there’s going to be radio personalities and other media up there, so be careful what you do. You know how the media is... they’re always waiting for an opportunity to find some dirt on anybody they can,” he elaborated.
When they arrived, all the DJ’s and artists from the area were there to congratulate them on their performances and trying to schedule another date before the year ended. While Andre talked to promoters and handled all the public relations for the groups, T-Bird slipped away and went back to her suite. She was still trying to digest the letter Vivian had read to her for the foundation. Nothing meant as much as preparing for her shows back home and in NY. Everyone else continued to mingle, having drinks in the hospitality suit while networking until almost 6 o’clock in the morning.
The minute Andre woke up that afternoon, he remembered the conversation he'd shared with T-Bird about Shaun and gave him a call. He was excited to learn he had just received $20,000.00 from a business associate he worked with in the past. All the chaos during the divorce with T-Bird made him forgot the money was owed to him. Nevertheless, $20,000.00 was looking real good at that moment.
"Look Shaun... just put the money away my brother. Can you promise me you’ll do that? Andre asked.
“Come on man. I’m okay. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry. I won’t do anything to jeopardize where I am right now. Having this money means everything. No casinos for me... I promise"
“Great!Cause when I get back home, we’ll sit down and put together an investment plan so you can make some real money! I have a few things already lined up that will blow your mind. So we’ll talk about it later. Other than that, how are things? Is there anything you need?”
“Naw bruh, I’m cool... but thanks for asking. I’m just gonna continue taking one day at a time. You know what I’m saying? I’ll see you when you get back to hear about this deal you’re cooking up. I sure hope it’s something good. I could really use a good break.”
“You just take care of yourself. I got your back...”
The next morning when T-Bird got up, the sun had already begun to dominate. Another heat wave she frowned as the rays penetrated her bedroom windows. However, being on the 46 th floor and looking out from her balcony was just what she needed to help her gather her thoughts. The breeze circulating between the tall buildings surrounding the waters off the flats was perfect, as she realized she hadn't returned Darnell’s call. She couldn’t help but think about arriving in Atlanta to surprise him as she called his number only to receive no answer. There was no way she was going to experience another repeat of what was already a concern. She called again, allowing the phone to ring several times, until his voice-mail picked up. Once again, she allowed her thoughts to frustrate her as she prepared to leave a message.
“Hello Darnell, it’s me. I’m trying to catch up with you. I’m sorry we’re playing phone tag and that I wasn’t able to talk last night. I was about to go on stage the very minute you called. I just wanted
With the microphone in hand, Little Joe was fired up and ready to open the show after practicing his new jokes. When the concert ended, the audience stood begging for more. However, they had no choice but stay in compliance with the city in order to avoid being sited for breaking the contract. Tired and packing down their gear, Andre walked up to his team of performers.
“Hey guys, I’ve got a treat for you. We’ve just been offered the use of the hospitality suit on the top floor of the hotel, compliments of the manager. How about that? But let me warn you, there’s going to be radio personalities and other media up there, so be careful what you do. You know how the media is... they’re always waiting for an opportunity to find some dirt on anybody they can,” he elaborated.
When they arrived, all the DJ’s and artists from the area were there to congratulate them on their performances and trying to schedule another date before the year ended. While Andre talked to promoters and handled all the public relations for the groups, T-Bird slipped away and went back to her suite. She was still trying to digest the letter Vivian had read to her for the foundation. Nothing meant as much as preparing for her shows back home and in NY. Everyone else continued to mingle, having drinks in the hospitality suit while networking until almost 6 o’clock in the morning.
The minute Andre woke up that afternoon, he remembered the conversation he'd shared with T-Bird about Shaun and gave him a call. He was excited to learn he had just received $20,000.00 from a business associate he worked with in the past. All the chaos during the divorce with T-Bird made him forgot the money was owed to him. Nevertheless, $20,000.00 was looking real good at that moment.
"Look Shaun... just put the money away my brother. Can you promise me you’ll do that? Andre asked.
“Come on man. I’m okay. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry. I won’t do anything to jeopardize where I am right now. Having this money means everything. No casinos for me... I promise"
“Great!Cause when I get back home, we’ll sit down and put together an investment plan so you can make some real money! I have a few things already lined up that will blow your mind. So we’ll talk about it later. Other than that, how are things? Is there anything you need?”
“Naw bruh, I’m cool... but thanks for asking. I’m just gonna continue taking one day at a time. You know what I’m saying? I’ll see you when you get back to hear about this deal you’re cooking up. I sure hope it’s something good. I could really use a good break.”
“You just take care of yourself. I got your back...”
The next morning when T-Bird got up, the sun had already begun to dominate. Another heat wave she frowned as the rays penetrated her bedroom windows. However, being on the 46 th floor and looking out from her balcony was just what she needed to help her gather her thoughts. The breeze circulating between the tall buildings surrounding the waters off the flats was perfect, as she realized she hadn't returned Darnell’s call. She couldn’t help but think about arriving in Atlanta to surprise him as she called his number only to receive no answer. There was no way she was going to experience another repeat of what was already a concern. She called again, allowing the phone to ring several times, until his voice-mail picked up. Once again, she allowed her thoughts to frustrate her as she prepared to leave a message.
“Hello Darnell, it’s me. I’m trying to catch up with you. I’m sorry we’re playing phone tag and that I wasn’t able to talk last night. I was about to go on stage the very minute you called. I just wanted
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