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Thanksgiving. One of my favorite holidays. Just thinking about my mama's turkey, macaroni and cheese, and sweet potato pie has me homesick. I haven't seen my family since January of this year. Yeah, we talk on the phone but it's not like being there. This will be my first Thanksgiving away from home.
I moved to Atlanta in January. My dream of becoming a dancer was my main reason for the move, but since Michael believes it was for him, that's what I let him think. Eventually, I would have moved here to be with him but not as soon as I had. All of my years of professional training had not paid off in the sense that I had planned it to. My major in college was Dance Theatre. I have been doing ballet, tap, jazz, and modern dance since I could walk. My life's ambition was to dance on Broadway. Yet for the last three years, New York had done nothing but cause me heartache and pain. It seemed as if every audition I would go on, I would make it all the way to the last audition just to get turned away. I even tried out for the reality show for dancers and was turned away. That was the final straw for me.
I knew that I could dance better than most of those people that had made it to Las Vegas for the finals for that show! However, I wasn't picked and with that I packed my bags and moved to Atlanta. Michael is ready for me to settle down. He wants us to get married and me to start having kids but dancing is my dream. On my flight I met a guy who changed my mind about giving up on my dream. He was seated next to me on the small aircraft. He was looked like one of those rapper guys with gold teeth, big gold chains, his jeans off of his butt, and a white t-shirt underneath his fur coat. He smelled good as hell. For most of the ride I listened to my i pod as he checked me out. You know how you can feel someone looking you up and down. I refused to look his way . Just before the flight landed, he handed me a card.
"Yo shawty", he said. "If you ever in the ATL look me up".
"Excuse me??" I was taken aback by his forwardness.
"I'm a video producer and you got the body to be in a video".
"What do I look like to you? Some kind of hoe?" I was fuming. How dare he ask me to be in a video.
"No, boo, you got it all wrong. I'm a music producer and I wanted to give you an opportunity to be in a music video , not a porn video. I don't get down like that".
The guy introduced himself as Jarvis Tinsel of "Get It Down Records".
I had heard of a couple of their artists.
"I'm sorry. I'm Jennel Allen." We shook hands and talked for the remainder of the flight.
Jarvis was a nice guy and seemed interested in me for an upcoming video. Once I told him of my dance experience, he became even more interested in me. I gave him my card and we promised to keep in touch.
That was 11 months ago. I haven't heard from Jarvis since then but I have been keeping up with his new projects. The first weekend in December he is actually having auditions for a video shot. I know that from a professional dancer, who had performed some of the greatest ballets to a video hoochie, is a far cry, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.
Michael's mom thinks I'm a whore anyway. I'm sure she wouldn't be shocked if she saw me on a video. She thinks I only want Michael for his money. Michael is an architectural engineer with a major firm based in Houston, Texas. Michael works half of the year in Houston and half of the year in Atlanta. He owns homes in both places. He has a staff that tends to the Houston place when he's in Atlanta and vice versa. Being unstable, as Michael's mom calls me, I would not be the right type of wife for Michael or mother of her grandkids. Hell, I think if she had it her way, Michael would never get married.
My parents on the other hand would die from embarrassment. Dr. Arnold and Jacqueline Allen would be the social outcast of the whole Detroit Metropolitan area if someone saw me on BET in a video. I would be removed from the will and exiled even more so from the family than I already am. The only person that I keep in contact with is my sister, Kayla. We talk at least once a week on the phone and w e text alot, but anyone else, I only hear from when they need or want something. I call my parents once a week just to let them know that I am living but they could probably care less. They are busy living their own lives'.
As I dress for dinner at Michael's mama's house, I can't decide what to wear. Should I dress casual, with jeans and a nice blouse or more dressy, with a black and white skirt set? I should I wear something provocative to piss her off? I play it safe and wear a long pumpkin orange long skirt set with a brown turtle neck under neath and brown boots. I feel like I'm about to go out horse riding.