Six months, twenty six weeks, one hundred eighty days…he could go on but you get the damned point. He had been without her that long. Her songs had been all over the air ways, she had been all over the television. Her grace, her style and her sex appeal all made him salivate with wanting to call her. John had been doing him a huge solid by escorting her to all of the events, keeping other eligible consorts off her, but who knows how long that was going to hold up; for a few reasons. I'm starting to think that John is feeling my girl, and two, soon he's going to want a girl he can actually touch without fear that I'm going to split his fucking throat open.
Charisse just looked at her son and fought the urge to kick him. At some point they were going to have to take responsibility for their relationship and how it came to be that way. She liked Kasia, she really did. She was fun, spunky, down to earth and definitely classy enough to be a part of any entourage she conjured up. The Batistas came from money and she wanted to make sure her boy didn't get caught up with another Katherine Gordon. He wasn't the only that kept John around Kasia. He was under strict instructions to keep all other eligible suitors off her future daughter in law.
"How's it going son?" she asked him as he sat on her couch.
He shrugged, "its going."
"Still haven't called her, huh?" she asked.
He closed his eyes, "Mama, please stop it." He told her. "She doesn't want to be called."
"And how to you know that?" she asked pushing the subject, "When did you become clairvoyant?"
He sent her mother a pointed look, "Drop it mama."
She just shook her head, "Okay son. But if you don't get your act together you're going to lose the best thing that ever happened to you."
He shook his head, everyone acted like he didn't already know that; like he didn't feel the consequences of his decision every single day, like he had no idea that when he called her she could tell him to go fly a kite without a damned string.
-
Kasia sat in the studio listening to the new track being laid before her. It had a hip hop feel to it but it was still jazzy. The name of that track was called "Epiphany" and she felt its lyrics were the epitome of what she was feeling at the moment. It mixed Arion and Dave all together and it was about time she knew how they were making her feel.
Sitting at home on the couch with the TV on
All night all alone
Every time same ole thing…
So I think I'm just about over being your girlfriend
I'm leaving, I'm leaving
No more wondering what you been doing, where you been sleeping
(It's over)
I'm thinking
(It's over)
I'm leaving
She smiled as she sang the lyrics; how many times did she go through this with Ari, waiting up all damned night for him to tell her something, anything? Only for him to walk through her door and tell her nothing, how many women were going through just that thing?
So you walk in
The next morning
To see me smiling like nothing ever happened
You give me some excuse
Like you always do
I just kiss your cheek…and this is what I tell you…
So I think I'm just about over being your girlfriend.
She looked over to John as he sat in the booth with her. "What do you think?"
He nodded, "I like it."
"But…?" She prompted him.
"But I want to hear you lay the title track. Can I?"
"Not now. I'm not ready to lay the title track." She said sheepishly. That track required sex appeal she was truly not feeling right now. "But I am ready to lay 'Energy'."
John let out a huge sigh, "Okay honey. Go get some tea and then we'll get started."
-
John almost cried listening to Kasia's lyrics. Was that really how she felt? Maybe she shouldn't get back with Dave at all, not if she feels like that beautiful vibrant spirit of hers is dying along the way.
I'm having nightmares from sleeping with the enemy
How do we reverse the chemistry?
I don't want us to be the end of me
This love is taking all of my energy…energy…energy
Taking all of my energy…energy…energy
"That was beautiful baby girl," he told her. "Why don't you go get some more tea and we'll listen to the play back, okay?" she just nodded. He could tell that laying that track really fucked her up because it was about Dave. He loved his best friend but he was about ready to kill him. While Kasia went out to get her tea he called Dave. "Hey."
"How's she doing?" he asked.
"She's doing pretty good, considering."
"Considering what?" he asked.
"Considering she's fucking miserable," John let out an irritated breath. "Look man, I'm getting tired of babysitting."
"John,"
"Dave," he let out an agitated sigh, "Seriously dude. She's cool to hang around, I love her to death and if you weren't my boy I'd be banging her already."
"John,"
"Let me finish. So you have to know if I'm thinking it, others are too."
"I know that."
"So what are you going to do?"
"I don't know."
John fought the urge to break his phone he squeezed it so tight. "I give up Dave. I really do. I'm throwing in the towel. If another man gets a hold of your woman you've got only yourself to blame."
"I'm so sick everyone thinking I don't know that."
"We know you know, what we don't know is why you haven't bucked up to do something about it. This is ridiculous."
"Who are you talking to?" Kasia asked John as she walked back in the room.
John eyed her; her smooth toffee colored skin was radiant as she was. Her feline eyes were penetrating as if she was looking straight through him; he often wondered what her eyes would like rolled in the back of her head as he gave her the love she really needed.
"Here," he said handing her the phone without giving her the opportunity to protest.
"What the--, John!" she hissed as she took the receiver. "Hello?" She questioned meekly.
He was going to wring John's neck. "Hi."
She glared at John; she was going to kill him when she got off this phone. "Hello David."
"How are you feeling?" he asked her.
"Fabulous," she lied. "How about you?"
"I'm okay." He told her truthfully. He could hear the bounce in her voice, she sure in the fuck didn't sound miserable. He knew Kasia was capable of putting on an act but this was ridiculous.
"That's wonderful." She said shooting daggers with her eyes in John's direction. She thought she had been clear; she was done with men for now. She needed to concentrate on her.
"What have you been up to?" he asked as if he hadn't been clocking her every move.
She shrugged as if he could see her, "Just working." She looked over at John and wanted to hate him in this moment but she just couldn't. "In fact, John and I are getting ready to lay down my title track."
John looked at her shocked not understanding how she could outright lie to his boy in his face, though he knew that Dave was lying to her as well because this conversation was going just a little too well for two people who were fucking miserable without each other.
"Congratulations Kasia," he said quietly.
"Thank you." She said. "Well I hate to be abrupt but," she let her sentence dangle.
"Well I didn't mean to hold you."
She handed the phone back to John and went to sit on the stool in the booth. Sad and lonely she would be no more, sexy as sassy she'll always be. As she sat on the stool she thought about what she really wanted to say in her songs. Everyone looked at her as this love struck little girl, the kind that would do anything for her men. Not the kind that was cocky, cool, knew that she was one of the baddest females to ever grace a stage but by the end of this album they would know just that.
She spoke in the mic, "John, play Ego, will ya?" she smiled.
