Page 47 of Dream Cum True
“Please, baby. Don’t be a party pooper.”
“I didn’t come here to participate. I came here to be entertained.”
“We can do a duet.”
“Baby, you got my support, but I’m not going up there.”
She pouted and folded her arms across her chest. “Fine!”
Our food arrived, and her pouty lips turned into a smile. She had to take pictures of everything before we ate, but once we dug in, it was on and popping.
“This macaroni and cheese is to die for. I need this recipe,” she said.
“The chicken is fried to perfection. What the hell did they use?”
“Have you tried the yams? Oh God. I can’t stuff myself or I won’t be able to sing.”
We went on like that for the next twenty minutes, but Karla put her fork down before I did.
“You’ve had enough?”
“I don’t think it’s possible to have enough of this food, but I want to save some for later.”
“We have plenty, baby. If you’re still hungry, eat up.”
“No, I’m good. I have an idea.” The smile on her face told me her idea included me. “What if I sing and you rap?”
“Rapping is more my speed. What song?”
“How about ‘All I Need’ by Meth and Mary?”
I nodded. “I can do that. Go sign us up.”
She was giddy as hell while we waited for our names to be called. When it was our turn, we introduced ourselves and the crowd gave us a warm welcome. By the time we finished the song, every single person in the place was on their feet. They cheered, ‘encore, encore,’ for at least three minutes, and we did the song again.
Before we went back to our table, we performed “Dilemma”by Nelly and Kelly Rowland and “Like You” by Bow Wow andCiara. Had it been up to the audience, we would’ve been the sole source of entertainment until the restaurant closed.
On our way back to our table, people stopped us to thank us and tell us we had great chemistry. The manager on duty even comped our meal because she enjoyed us so much. We left the restaurant on a high.
“I told you it would be fun,” she said as we left the parking lot.
“I wouldn’t have given you such a hard time if I knew we could rap. I used to want to be a rapper back in the day.”
“Are you serious?”
“What? You don’t think I could’ve made it as a rapper?”
“I don’t see it, but I guess.”
“You know what? Just for that, I’m gon’ have your ass running tonight.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat because who’s scared?”
“Oh, you’re a tough girl, huh? Keep that energy.”
Nineteen
Karla
