"...Jazz you were brought in my life to fulfill a purpose."
Jasmin and The Artist; what they do not realize yet is that they need each other.
What happens when two broken people cross paths by chance?
They're both in search of true inner peace...
"Stoneyyyyy...wake THE FUCK UP!!!", was all I heard Morgan yell from downstairs before it thankfully went quiet again...for five minutes.
To my dismay out of nowhere I was met with a shivering gust of wind hitting my entire being as my lovely sister proceeded to rip my wine-pigmented duvet off of my body. Pissed off with her choice of wake up call, I sat up and groaned, "ughhh jeez Netty WHAT THE HELL?! I said I was up!".
"Yeah, 30 minutes ago! I told you, we have to be Tula Spa at 11:00am so get up!! God, I don't even know when you started operating on CP time anyways!!", she exclaimed as she proceeded to leave out of my room.
Not a moment later, I swung my legs over the edge of my queen-sized bed, began to rub the sleep out of my eyes and ponder,"god I really need this spa day after the semester I've had!".
Hopping off of the bed, I blindly step into my well worn slippers and half-sleepily navigated towards my bathroom. Without warning, I almost tripped on a fire truck sprawled out haphazardly on the carpet. It never fails to find Noah's toys thrown randomly around the house.
As I make my way to the bathroom, I instinctively turn on my stereo system which immediately starts blaring the last CD I listened to: Very Necessary by Salt 'N' Pepa.
"...Yeah the ritual, highway to heaven. From seven to seven he's got me open like 7-11...", I proceed to rap as I rinse my face off. With the shower finally hot enough, I step in. Somewhere in the midst of None of Your Business i got lost in my thoughts, as usual.
Normally my mind ponders on some philosophical shit but this morning all i can think about is how annoyed I am that me and Tyrin, with his fine self, have been playing phone tag for the past two weeks.
You see, on the first day of this semester when I walked into Developmental Psych, he hit me with all the lame ass pick up lines. But after three lectures and joining the same study group I realized he was a cool guy to kick it with. Fast forward to the week of finals, he FINALLY tells me he wants to be more than friends! We kicked it a few times later that week, but once he went back to Atlanta all it has been is sporadic phone calls. But hopefully once this knucklehead downloads AOL instant messenger it'll be on and poppin'.
"...Straight up, wait up, hold up, Mr. Lova. Like Prince said you're a sexy mutha-". "JASMIN BRING YOUR ASS ALREADY! YOU TOOK A SHOWER LAST NIGHT. YOU IN THERE TAKING SO LONG TO WASH YOUR COOTER AS IF YOU GOTTA DATE WITH LARENZ TATE, GOD!", Morgan yells from the door sill. Her outburst didn't even deserve a response. I just scoffed and turned off the water.
After I threw on a charcoal grey body con maxi dress, fluffed out my curls, and sprayed on my favorite perfume, Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium, I finally ventured out of my bedroom and downstairs.
As I leaped off the last stair I glanced at the chestnut clock adorning the stark white wall and realized we still had plenty of time to get to our appointment.
Right as I was about to call out for my sister, she rounded the corner out of the kitchen like a bat outta hell with her keys and tea in one hand and my protein smoothie in the other. "Here I made your smoothie already. Oh and I grabbed the list of stuff you still wanted to buy for Noah's birthday party off of the counter".
Making our way outside and into the car, i couldn't help but think 'damn, I cannot believe my little baby is going to be turning one on the 7th of next month. It feels like just yesterday me and Andre were cooing over how perfect our son was in the delivery room. ...Andre...
Bringing myself out of the daydream and shaking away any impending thoughts, I turned to my sister and said, "Girl, when was the last time you talked to Tre?"
She huffed with a twang of her fading Southern accent, "Fuck that low down, block head ass nigga. He probably got arrested again".
"Yeah, but he is still Alonzo's father, even if you didn't put his name on the birth certificate". Just as she began to give me the death glare and give me an earful, her cellphone started ringing.
As she began talking into her Nokia, it became clear that she was speaking with someone at her job because her demeanor had softened slightly and she had put on her 'professional voice'. "You do realize today is my day off...I know but it can easily get done when I come in tomorrow...Yeah...Yeah...uh huhhh...FINEE." End of that conversation.
The next words out of her mouth made me roll my eyes so hard,"So...do you want the good news or the bad news?". All i did was give her a look that said, 'really bitch?'.
" So...the bad news is that I have to go into the office right quick and look over some paperwork so we'll have to reschedule our spa trip...BUT we can still go to the mall after I am done."
I was so mad, I just sat there with a disgusted look on my face. On one hand I was slightly excited about seeing where she works because Morgan has never told anyone in the family what company she worked for or really discussed her career at all for that matter. But the selfishness in me was still mad that I wasn't getting my massage today.
Without hesitation, at the next intersection Morgan's mint green Mustang made the sharpest u-turn I've ever seen.
"So...I finally get to know where my big sister makes her money at. For a second I thought you might've been doing something strange for a piece of change", I chuckled.
With annoyance laced in her voice she stated, "Look, I have good reason why I have not told anyone where I work. But today is your lucky day. Now sit back, shut up, and enjoy the ride because we have to drive to Chanhassen".
All I could think was, "why the hell does she work in Chanhassen?".
Before I could even begin to dose off into a slumber, I was rudely awoken by the screeching halt of my sister's car signifying that we have arrived at our destination.
I don't know what I expected to open my eyes and see but it was not this stark white industrial building in front of me.
"You can come in, this might take an hour or two", is all she said before she hopped out of the car.
As i stepped out and adjusted my eyes fully, I came to the realization of exactly what building I was standing in front of. The same building I saw pictures of in a recent issue of Minnesota Monthly: Paisley Park.
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