Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Excerpt 2 of At Last

The next morning I woke up to bright sunshine on my face. The curtains were pulled all the way back. I looked at the clock on the nightstand and it was 10:32 a.m.
My cell phone rang. I ran to get it, “Hello?”

“Hey baby!! You a movie star and what not!!” Yvette said laughing.

“Shut up, crazy. I take it you caught the Awards last night?” I said walking back into the bedroom getting back underneath the covers.

“Caught it? Girl, we had a damn viewing party! Me, Taylor, Momma, and Missy watched it over her house. “You know Missy got a new man? He’s cute. I think his name is Terrence.”
I was gonna beat Missy’s ass. She didn’t even call me to tell me her and Terrance were an item.

“Yeah, I met him once before.” I said dryly.

“But yeah baby we saw y’all on the Red carpet looking good as hell. I know y’all had a ball last night!”

“Yeah, I can’t complain.”

“I bet. What went down?”

Just as I was about to respond, Durran walked through in a pair of blue jean shorts and a plain black T-shirt. He had Nike flip-flops and black socks on his feet. He was grinning from ear to ear holding a newspaper.

“Hey,” I mouthed to him. He walked over to me and started kissing my neck."

Uh Vette, I gotta go. Durran just got back.”

“Boooo. Alright, call me back and tell him I said hey. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

“I went down to get a paper. I ordered room service while you were sleep...”
He sat down on the bed next to me. My hair was all over the place. He pushed it out of my face.

“So what’s up for today?” I asked smiling.

“It’s on you. Yesterday was about me. For the rest of this trip-hell, our lives it’s on you.”
I smiled at his statement knowing full well that everything had always been about him. I was going take complete advantage of his generosity for however long it would be around

“Ok, I’m going to hold you to that statement.”
Room service brought us breakfast. We ate and chatted over fresh fruit, croissants, omelets and mimosa. Right after, we jumped in the shower and made love again. But this time it was slow and tender. Once we were done, we just stood there gazing into each other’s eyes lovingly as the water rolled down our bodies. There was no place I’d rather be than with him standing in that shower. I knew from the look in his eyes, he felt the same way.

After our lovemaking session, we got dressed and headed for the Las Vegas strip to go sight-seeing and more importantly, shopping.

Since my hair was already ruined from the night before and this morning, I just pulled it back into a neat ponytail that fell off my shoulders. I threw on a pair of white denim Calvin Klein shorts and a plain white tank.

It was over 80 degrees and it was only noon. My goal was to be as cool as possible. I wore a pair of silver jeweled Gucci flat sandals. A pair of huge white-gold hoops hung from my ears. I put on my Dolce & Gabbana shades and was ready to roll.

Durran wore a pair of tan khaki shorts, a cream polo shirt, and a pair of tan Prada tennis shoes.
We made our way downstairs to all the shops in the Wynn. I can’t even lie, I felt like a kid in a candy store.We went to Christian Dior, Jean Paul Gaultier, and Oscar de la Renta. Then we made our way to Yves Saint Laurent and the Prada store. I almost felt bad for the amount of money he was spending, but he kept reassuring me purchase after purchase that he didn’t mind.
“I told you I got you. You don’t have to want for nothing.” He said kissing me on my forehead and handing the sales clerk at Louis Vuitton his black American Express card. After that little speech, we headed to The Forum Shops at Caesars, then to Tiffany’s, Chanel, Fendi and Gucci. We went back to our Lincoln Town Car with bags filled with dresses, perfume, pants, shoes, slacks, coats, jewelry, luggage, and purses .I was beyond beat and so was Durran. Laying my head back against the seat I closed my eyes.

“Don’t go to sleep on me just yet, we still got things to do.” He smiled.

“You not tired?”

"Naw, only my hand and my wallet.” He teased.

“Shut up.” I said resting my head on his chest. He ran his hand over my head, “Just relax and enjoy the ride.”

On the way back to the room, he took me to the Venetian Hotel for a gondola ride. It was so romantic. The operator serenaded us as we shared kisses and cuddled. I never wanted this trip to end.

We got back to the room and I was dog tired. I put up my things and got into the bed. “You coming baby?” I asked after letting out a sigh.

“No, I gotta go make a run real quick. Relax. When I get back I got something special planned for you.”

“What else can you do? I’ve had the most amazing time of my life. I hate that I have to go back tomorrow.”
He gave me this strange faraway look. It was kind of surreal, “Yeah me too. But I’ma cut out real quick. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Alright” I said confusedly. I began to wonder what he had planned.

He walked over and kissed me on my cheek. And with that, he was gone. It was like a dream that I didn’t want to wake up from. I didn’t have a care in the world. I was having a real vacation. I was enjoying Durran and he was enjoying me.

I wasn’t competing for his affection or attention for the first time in years. There were no awkward conversations or lingering silences between us. It was like we hadn’t missed a beat. I wasn’t sure where things might lead, but I was sure hoping that it would be happiness. Finally we could be happy together without all the meaningless bullshit that we put each other through over the years. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The sound of soft music and the smell of jasmine brought me out of my slumber. Looking at the clock it was 8:15 p.m. I couldn’t believe that I’d slept that long. I sat up, wiped my eyes, and smoothed out my hair.

I got out of the bed and looked down; it was a trail of red roses on the floor leading to the entry way of the bedroom door. “What now?” I asked to absolutely no one, “Durran?” I called out.

“I’m out here, Baby.” Durran said.

I walked out to the living room and there was a chef in the kitchen area. The dining room table was adorned with a crisp white linen table cloth, two champagne glasses and a beautiful floral centerpiece. There were candles lit all over the room. Everything looked and smelled great including Durran. He was wearing a white True Religion buttoned up shirt, a pair of gray slacks and a pair of black Gucci loafers. The diamond stud in his ear shimmered as it caught the light. Smiling at him, I realized that I had on the same clothes I had on when we went out earlier.

“Oh I gotta go change.” I tried to go back into the bedroom.

“Naw, you good.” He said ushering me back to the table and pulling out my chair for me.

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” He said taking a seat across the table.

A chef came around the table and placed a linen napkin on my lap. “Here you are Miss.” I was grinning from ear to ear as I was given the princess treatment.
Lobster, prawns, green beans, and garlic roasted red potatoes; it was delicious. Then the chef brought out a small silver platter. Once we finished dinner, I was stuffed. I hadn’t had food that good in a minute. Everything was perfect.

“Here’s dessert.” He said placing the platter in front of me.

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly eat another thing.” I said backing away from the table. The chef gave Durran a look. Durran was unfazed, “Come on Keish; try one little bite for me. It’s Rommel’s specialty.”

“Really, I’m good.” I said pushing the tray in his direction, “You can have it.”

“Keish…try it. You’ll like it.” He assured me.

“Alright, fine.” I said finally opening the platter. I noticed there wasn’t a dessert on it. Instead there was a small velvet navy blue box.

“What’s this?” I asked looking up at him.

“I don’t know.” He responded smiling, “Open it and find out.”

I could have fainted. Inside the box was the largest diamond ring I’d ever seen. It had to be at least five karats, in a platinum setting. The pear-shaped solitaire was flanked by four smaller round diamonds on each side. It was blinding. I was in complete shock.

“Well? Will you?” He asked kneeling down in front of me, “Will you marry me?”

I was speechless. For the first time in my life I didn’t have a word to say. I got up and ran into the bedroom closing and locking the door behind me.

Friday, May 6, 2011

All the world's a stage

Today my book has finally been posted to Kindle for all the world to see. My thoughts, words and feelings are all out on display for the world. I know i should be at ease and feel carefree, but my stomach is in knots. I'm trying to prepare myself for those who will love my book and for those who may hate it or those who won't be sure who they feel about it. But one things for sure I've gotten that story out of my heart and my mind. And that's more than many can say. This is my first novel, and one of many. I just want to contiue to write, learn improve my craft and share my thoughts and words with the world.
Maya Angelou said, "There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you." I know that feeling all to well.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Excerpt of At Last

I was so nervous riding down the elevator. My hands were shaking and my palms were sweaty. When I exited the elevator there was so much commotion and people around I wasn’t sure I would be able to find him.

I glanced at the clock on the wall behind the reservation desk and it was about five minutes to seven, so I decided to sit in the lobby. Before sitting down I smelled a familiar fragrance, BVLGARI. I knew he was standing behind me.

“Excuse me, have you seen Keisha Morgan?” He whispered in my ear. My heart fluttered and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

I turned around and he was looking so damn fine. At that very moment I knew I was gone. He was wearing a cream double breasted suit and a peach silk tie which matched my dress perfectly, like it was made from the same cloth. He was wearing a pair of cream ostrich shoes and his Rolex watch was blinding the hell out of me. Last time I saw him, he was letting his hair grow out, but now it was cut close. He wore it in a Caesar cut that was tapered close on the sides. His waves were so perfect and in place. His mustache and goatee were precise like he’d just gotten a close shave only moments ago. His smooth chocolate skin was an amazing contrast to the cream suit. He smiled at me, making me want to forget the Awards altogether and head back up to my room.

He then gave me a tight hug and kissed me on my cheek. I didn’t want to let him go. He felt so good next to me.

“Thank you for coming. You look incredible.” He said letting me out of his embrace.

“So do you.” I said trying to compose myself.

“Come on; let’s go before Kendra’s ass be calling rushing us."

“What? She’s not here?” I said looking around for her.

“Naw, she’s already at the ceremony.” He said grabbing my hand as we left the hotel. All eyes were on us as he ushered me toward a white Hummer limo.

“Who else is getting in here with us?” I asked in shock.

“Just us.” He replied smiling

“Oh,” I said still awestruck.

The driver got out to let us in the limo. It was amazing. I thought about pinching myself to make sure I was awake. Sitting in the limo, we were quiet. Durran held my hand tightly and I did the same. There was this awkward lingering silence. “I’ve missed you,” He said finally breaking the silence.

Turning away from him, I was trying not to make eye contact, because I wasn’t sure what I might do, “Me too. I’ve been missing you, too.”

He moved closer to me, “I know I don’t always say it, but I’m really thankful for you always being there for me. No matter how fucked up I was or how selfish I acted, you never cut me off. You’re the reason I’m in this position.”

“No Durran, you’re the reason. You did it. You were never scared to pursue your dreams. You were gonna make everyone listen even if they didn’t want to. You did it. Not me.”

“Naw, Mama. You never let me give up. Even when I was fucking homeless, you would sneak me into the crib when ya Moms was at work. You let me stay the night and fed me when I didn’t have shit. You were the only one telling me that I was gonna make it. You believed in me when nobody else did-not even my family. It was you.”He was damn near in tears spilling his heart out to me. My eyes began to well up with him. “I just want to let you know that I do appreciate everything. Thank you, Keisha.” Looking into my eyes he took my hand into his and kissed it softly.

“You’re welcome. “We were still in a trance when the driver informed us that we had arrived at the location.

“Mr. Johnson we’re here.”

"Alright cool, Thomas. Come on, let’s get out.” Thomas came and let us out of the limo. After getting out, I just stood there for a moment and took it all in.

“You ready?” Durran asked pulling me towards the Red carpet.

"Yeah.” I said smiling.

Once we got up to the entry way Kendra was running up to us. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared me up and down.

“Wow, Keisha you look amazing,” She said in obvious disbelief.

“Thank you Kendra.” I responded dry. She picked up on my gruffness and went directly to Durran.

“D, you gotta get going. The ceremony starts in 20 minutes and you have to get to your seat and walk the Red carpet in that amount of time, so we gotta move it.”

“Alright Kendra, chill. We got it.” He said shutting her down as we began to walk down the red carpet.

I couldn’t lie, I felt like a movie star. Everywhere we walked or moved someone was taking a picture of us or screaming out his name. He just held my hand tightly and kept me close to him. It felt so comforting. Kendra stayed closely behind us. He gave some celebrities pounds and small talked with a few others. Many of them complimented him on how beautiful I was. All it did was further stroke his ego and help him poke out his chest even more.

Finally we reached the end of the Red carpet, but not before coming in contact with the self-proclaimed Queen of Scandal, Ms. Cynthia Clemons. Her mission in life was to get all the dirt and gossip on all celebrities and socialites. She was known for her brash and blunt delivery- giving it straight, no chaser. She’s the kind of person that people loved to hate. I knew she was coming for Durran. As we approached her, I could see her narrowing in on him. With a mic in hand, she drew near him. “Get this,” She said to her camera man.

“Well hello there, Mr. Johnson.” She said extending her hand to shake Durran’s.

“What up doe, Cindy baby.” He said turning on the charm. He moved in and kissed her on the cheek. She damn near fainted.

“Ohhh, what’s going on?” She asked smiling.

“Nothing much. Just enjoying the beautiful Vegas weather, baby. I’m excited about the nominations and I appreciate the support everyone has given me.” He said as he squeezed my hand.

“You deserve it. Nine nominations is amazing. I’m sure we’ll see you on stage at least once for your work.” Cindy said with a smile before checking out what he was wearing, “And baby I see you’re looking fly as usual.”

“You know I do what I can. A lil’ Armani never hurts, feel me?” He said flashing his killer smile.
As Cindy began to laugh, she turned to face me, ready to sink her claws in. “And who is this lovely creature standing next to you? I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you bring someone to the Red carpet! Is she a new artist?” She said looking back and forth between the two of us.

“No, she’s not an artist. This is my close friend who granted me the pleasure of accompanying me this evening.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Close Friend! What’s going on honey? You look wonderful.”

“Thank you.” I replied blushing.

“Oh Durran, she’s gorgeous. Not only does she have a pretty face, but she’s stacked and has great boobs. Have you had any work done?”

“Aw hell naw!” Durran said laughing while shaking his head.

To say I was shocked by that question would be an understatement. I don’t know why though, I’d heard her say shit like that on the radio all the time.

“No I haven’t. This is all me.” I said smiling.

“D, we gotta get going,” Kendra said sternly. Maybe Cindy went too far for her liking.

“Alright Cindy, it was good rapping with you. We gotta get ready to go in.”

“Durran, it’s always a pleasure.” She said shaking his hand.

“Same here Cindy.”

“She is a mess.” I whispered to him as we walked off.

“Yeah, she comes with the territory.”

I had a great time at the awards ceremony. It was so exciting to see all the acts perform. I had an absolute ball! The highlight of the evening was Durran winning for Record of the Year with Denso “Give Me a Sign”. He was invited by Denso to accept the award which he obliged.

“Thank God. Never in a million years did I expect to be on this stage accepting this award. This means the world to me. I want to thank my family, my management, and the people at Universal, my fans, and this man right here.” Denso said pulling Durran towards him, “Durran Johnson is why this record happened. He’s a genius and it has been reflected tonight. Seven awards for this man. I thank him for giving me vision and executive producing my album. This is for Philly.”

Durran leaned in and smiled, “And the D.”

Denso began to laugh, “And the D!”

I stood up and clapped for him as tears ran down my face.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked as we sat in the back of the Hummer. This time Kendra rode with us. I didn’t care much though. I was too proud of him to trip on her presence.

“Yeah I did.” I grabbed his hand and he blushed. It was the first time in a long time that I’d actually seen him blush. It was refreshing. Right after the ceremony, we headed to The Palms where Durran was hosting a big Grammys after party. It was around midnight when we arrived and the club was off the hook. I’d never seen anything like it in Detroit.

The crowd was thick with celebrities, entourages, groupies, and socialites. Regular folks were few and far between. Durran’s entourage met us at the club. There were four of them. One’s name was Ken. He was tall and dark chocolate. He seemed cool. The other was a guy named Dre, who was the color of peanut butter and on the short side. I couldn’t really get a vibe off him. He was really quiet despite the madness going on around us. The third guy was Steve. He was tall, thin, and had a nice smile. He was a light caramel brown. The forth guy’s name was Bryan. He was chubby and his skin was the color of rusty copper. He clowned Durran from the moment we entered VIP on the second level of the club.

“What’s good playboy?” He said giving Durran dap.

“Nothing, you got it.” Durran said sitting down in the area. I followed suit. The VIP area was covered with a sheer canopy which draped a queen-sized bed surrounded by a booth on each side. The fellas and Kendra sat at the booths while Durran and I sat on the bed. He wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me close, and I didn’t mind not one damn bit.

“How you feeling? You all grinning and shit.” Bryan asked taking a drag of his cigarette and laughing.

“I’m good. Got my boys here, my girl. Everything is everything. Life is good” He said as he kissed me on the cheek.

“I heard that.” Bryan said before dropping his cigarette and stomping it out. He grabbed a glass of champagne at our booth, “I wanna give a toast to my man. Everybody raise your glasses.” Two champagne buckets filled with ice and bottles of Dom PĂ©rignon were on the table. We all grabbed our glasses, stood up, and waited for Bryan’s toast.

“To life, love and all that other shit.” He proclaimed. We all began laughing.

“To life and love!” We all shouted as we drank up.

Slowly everyone migrated out of VIP to the real party on the floor. Eventually, it was just me and Durran alone finishing off a bottle of Dom while everyone else did their own thing. Sitting at the foot of the bed, I sipped on champagne as he stared at me. I couldn’t take it anymore plus I had a little liquid courage in me.

“What’s up? Why you staring at me? ”

He cracked a smile. “You never change. You got that same attitude you gave me when I seen you in them red shorts. You still got them?” He laughed.

“Whatever, you like it. And for the record, I do have those shorts. I can’t fit them, but I do have them.” I said still sipping.

“I love it.” He replied moving closer to me.

“Spare me. You think you doing something, with your charming ass.”

He ran his hand down his mouth and smiled, “You think I’m charming, Keish?”

I sucked my teeth, “Don’t play. But I guess I’m a sucka, cause I’m crazy about your charming ass.”
Oops!! I didn’t mean to say it out loud. I guess he could tell that by my expression because he had a big joker ass smile across his face.

“It’s cool, few can resist.”

“Get over yourself.”

“Why? You not.”

I stood up and stormed over to the edge of the booth. I began to watch everyone on the dance floor below while contemplating what had just happened. His comment pissed me off. Not because it wasn’t true, but because his cocky ass had the nerve to say it out loud. He made it sound different. He made it sound like I was wasting my time and that I would never get over him. I felt him come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist.

“It’s cool, cause I never got over you. Why you think I went through all this trouble to bring you out here? I could’ve had anybody be my date, but I chose you.”

I turned to him and broke his grasp with my face scrunched up, “Is that supposed to be a selling point? ‘I’ve got all these bitches to choose from but I chose you’? That’s not enough anymore, Durran!! I’m not some little girl who’s just happy to say that you’re my man. That’s not enough. I need and want more!”

“Keisha…” He said staring into my eyes.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

The Dells vs The Dramatics - Door To Your Heart

The Door To Your Heart

Okay. I know that I am old at heart. I will be the first to admit this. I am the product of a marriage between for real-life baby boomers. With that being said, I love old school soul music. And I don't mean 80's ish. I mean hardcore, soul filled, drama dripping, sweat covered, love induced music. I'm talking The O'jays, Al Green, The Temptations, Isaac Hayes, Donny Hathaway, Curtis Mayfield, Bobby Womack, Teena Marie,Aretha Franklin, Gladys Knight, Stevie Wonder and most of all the Fabulous Dramatics. I swear when I hear one of their songs I go straight into, "That's the Jam" mold lol. So while I finish writing I'll post one of my favorite Dramatics songs.

Never Stop Dreaming

B. Eugene

Monday, January 3, 2011

Boardwalk Empire: Enoch "Nucky" Thompson Character Spot (HBO)

The Wire -- Wee-Bey and De'Londa

Here And Now

I've been watching Boadwalk Empire on a Marathon...Kinda disappointed that I'd never seen it before. Although I could ever look at Nucky the way I looked at Wee Bey . But its really good. Dare I say it, it may be filling the hole that The Wire left in my heart...That's to be seen