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( CHAPTER SIX: GREEN WITH ENVY ) March, 1992
❝ three years have passed and your ass is still late! ❞
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"Tish, just tell Bobby that I'll have the routine ready by Friday," Devon spoke, balancing the length of his phone between his right temple and strapping shoulder. While the male's arms were filled with two wonky cardboard boxes that held all his belongings, he tried his best to balance the objects in his arms and still indulge in his phone call with Tisha Oliver, one of his fellow dancers.
Nearly two weeks had passed since Michael Jackson's Remember The Timevideo had premiered, and the entire country was still is a daze from the king of pop's latest masterpiece. Devon himself was overwhelmed by the support and praise, occasionally being told by his friends that the dance was, and he quotes, "the coolest shit they've ever seen".
The flattery was great, and Devon was proud of his work, but his mind was already occupied with his next job—preparing the routines for Bobby Brown's next tour—the Humpin Around World Tour. It was set to occur shortly after Bobby released his next single, and Devon was mentally and physically whipping himself into shape so that he could be focussed enough to venture on another tour. It was draining stuff, dancing all over the world, but once again, Devon Emmet couldn't have thought of another way to channel his energy.
Before the rigorous work would commence, the male flew back to New York to be with his family. After the rush of dealing with Anthony and Hilary's manipulative antics, Devon knew he could use some normality in his life to balance out the drama. So, as the male shouldered his way through the front door of a high-rise building, he tried his best to position his jaw against the phone so that it didn't slip out of his reach.
"Remember to remind the dancers to go over the steps," Devon said again, his tan timberlands scuffing across the smooth floor as he moved towards the elevator, hoping that someone would be kind enough to hit UPbutton for him. "Need help?" The lighthearted voice made Devon poke his head sideways, feeling the weight he was carrying becoming significantly lighter as a pair of hands grabbed one of the two boxers, taking it off his hands.
"Thanks man, glad you could make it," Devon smiled, glancing over to his friend TJ, who tried his best to wrap his stubby arms around the wide box. "Damn, what's in here?" TJ asked, grumbling unpleasantly as his hands harshly gripped the corners of the flabby cardboard. "Everything I need to set this place up," Devon replied, calmly walking inside the elevator once the doors slid open.
"Damn, I'm excited to see this," TJ breathed out, walking beside his friend with a wide smile slapped on his face, "You really have your own crib now man." Devon himself was more than ready to move into his own space. Despite his desire to buy a place in LA, Devon decided that owning an apartment in New York would be more suitable for himself as well as his family.
