Chapter 6 / Bling Bling
Shorty’s sleeping so peaceful over there. I wish I could sleep on a plane. Turbulence is rocking the hell outta it. Shit! I can’t see how she’s sleeping through this crazy shit. If it gets any worse, I might wake her ass up ’cause I’ll need somebody to talk me through this. Okay. There she goes, she couldn’t sleep through it.
“What’s going on with all that turbulence?” she said to me, looking beautiful–her eyes, luminous and unhidden. It’s best to read eyes before a person is fully awakened. Two minutes after that, armor is restored and eyes become cryptic again.
“I don’t know. How was your nap? You looked so peaceful.”
“It was cool until the plane started jerking.”
The flight attendant made the announcement. “Attention, passengers, due to the severe snowstorms in the Kentucky area, we are experiencing some very bad turbulence. The pilot has decided to land at the next available runway. Please remain seated with your seat belts on. Thank you.” My head is spinning. I got so much shit to do. I can’t be stuck in the middle of nowhere.
“Fuck! Does this mean we won’t make it to Atlanta tonight? I got so much shit to do. I have a concert in two days. How long will I be here?” Jake, my manager, can handle my shit from New York. I used the air phone and dialed Jake’s home number first for some reason, and of course he wasn’t there. He’s always in the streets making moves. I called his cell and he answered. “Yeah!” That was my boy, Jake.
“Yeah, check this, I’m on this flight to Atlanta and we got to make a stop somewhere in between because of the snowstorm. I got to get there, J. You know I got shit to do.”
“Chartering a flight isn’t a good idea right now, B. You should have taken that charter yesterday. Sit tight for a minute. You know how long you’ll be there?”
I thought, What a fuckin’ question? “Hell, I guess until the planes can fly again. I’m fucked.”
“Yo, chill, B. Take a break for a minute. We want you in one piece. We can have this thing moved. I’ll hit you up when I get some new dates, but call me when you get settled.”
“Aiight, I’ll chill. I know it’s gonna be some bullshit little town with no good food and no fine bitches. I’ll talk to you later.” When I hung up the phone, shorty gave me the evil eye. I’m sure she heard me say bitches. Oh damn, I also said there would be no fine ones. Ha ha, my bad. She’ll be there and she is nice. She finally decided to say something, asked me if everything was okay. I was a little irritated because of her newfound concern for a nigga.
“You talking to me now?”
“Sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“Good!” She has a smart mouth, but I kinda liked her fire. She picked up the air phone and called her man, I guess, because when she got an answer she said, “Hey, baby,” and she said she wouldn’t make it home tonight. She left a few details and ended the call with I love you. I wanted to fuck with her about it but I didn’t because I got a weird feeling in my gut—loneliness. It sounded like somebody was enjoying her smile, holding her at night. She probably ain’t a bitch to him at all because she wants him to love her. I’ve never been the type to trip because I’m a entertainment mogul, but right now, that’s what I’m betting on because she doesn’t even give a damn about me being Bling Bling. She has to know. Fuck it. I decided to say something to her.
“Was that your man you called?”
“Sure was,” she said, facing the window.
“Was he meeting you at the airport?”
She gave me another wicked look and said, “Yes, but that’s all I’ll say because I promised not to talk to you again.”
I just laughed and had the last word. “Whatever. You will.” She didn’t have anything else to say, and I just left it at that. She’s one of those snooty model types. Probably only dates any rich motherfucker who’s not black. Shit I’m rich, bitch. I’m Bling Bling, nigga, what? I can’t wait to get away from this bitch. I knew I should have gone home last night. Wonder where that flight attendant is staying tonight. She keeps checking for a nigga. She’ll probably still get with me, even after I called ole chicken head over here my wife. Chicken head is cute as hell though. Pretty toffee-colored skin, jet-black hair that hung mid back. Nice thighs in those jeans, and she smells so clean. I mean, it’s a fragrance she’s wearing; it smells so good and clean. Whatever, though. She’s still a bitch.
Finally the flight attendant prepared us for landing in Daisey Town, Ohio. What the fuck? I never heard of a city with a name like that before. When we landed, I got my shit down and was off the plane in less than a second. I had to get away from her. Didn’t ever want to see her ass again.
I saw her coming around the corner when I was next in line to get whatever accommodations they had to offer us. What a fuckin’ day. The one time I take a commercial flight, this shit happens. I heard some people saying there weren’t many rooms left, that the people at the airport had the last ones, and it was first come. I ignored a lot of fans trying to get up front in this line. A few kids were peeking at me from behind their mother’s skirts. It’s funny how nowadays kids five and six years old know exactly who you are. When I was five there were no videos or internet. We knew celebrity’s faces from album covers and Soul Train but a nigga knew Janet Jackson—Penny from Good Times. This is the video age. Muthafuckers with blogs getting five minutes of fame now.
The girl at the counter couldn’t get the smile off her face when she saw me coming. I know she knows who I am, so I
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