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    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad

    By Najya Yasirah


    Reyjah’s Hidden Talents - Chapter 19



    Reyjah had led Antoine to a group of breakdancing teenagers.  She watched the girls challenge the guys.  She tapped a young Spanish girl on the shoulder. “What’s going on?” she asked. “The guys keep saying that girls can’t break like them,” said the girl. “What is your name?” said Reyjah. “Natalia,” said the girl. She was about 17 years old with medium toned skin and reddish brown hair in a ponytail. “I’m Reyjah, and I can breakdance.” “Cool, we need another girl, anyway, you can go after me.” Natalia was  wearing a lime green Nike sports bra and white drawstring pants. “Hey, Chicas! This is Reyjah, she’s gonna help us out?” “What are you doing?” said Ant in her ear. “Showing off for you,” she winked. She went to go meet the other young girls. Antoine smiled and shook his head.
    There were two teams of five. After a coin toss, the boys went first. “They got some slick moves,” said Cala, one of the other girls. Cala had caramel colored skin and a mass of curls. “Well, we got moves so slick, you can fry chicken in us,” Reyjah assured.  A remix of ‘Better Off Alone,” was playing from a distant boombox. Each dancer was allowed 3 minutes. Reyjah was up. “Get ‘em mama!” said Natalia to Reyjah.  Reyjah was an amazing breakdancer, and with her gymnastics background did backflips, splits, and handstand moves that no one thought was humanly possible. Antoine was impressed. “Yo, man is that your girl?” said a freckled faced kid in baggy clothes to Antoine. “She is my best friend,” said Antoine. “Man, if I were you, I would get with that-that’s special, man. She’s hot, she’s pretty, she’s funny, and maaaan…”Antoine laughed “I’ll think about that,” he nodded.  When the song ended, so did the contest. “Okay, we were wrong, you chicks are blazin’!” said the leader of the boy’s team. He was tall and skinny with blonde hair and green eyes. The girls high-fived each other. “Reyjah, where are you from?” said Cala. “New York, baby!” she declared. “Can you dance with us again, sometime?” said Natalia. Reyjah unzipped her pockets. “Here you go, just give me a call, OK? "I live in LA.” She gave them her business cards and hugged each of them goodbye. She joined Antoine. “Well?” she asked grinning. “You never cease to amaze, me, Reyjah,” he said, laughing as he absent-mindedly held her hand.  The boy that had spoken with him saw the action and nodded in approval. “Yeah, do it,” he said to himself.

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    Reyjah sang on the way back to LA.  Antoine was in deep thought. Could he really give up his lifestyle and be exclusive with her. Could she handle the truth? Would she believe him the second time around? They were friends, right?  “I had a great time, today , Ant!” she declared. “Thank you for coming out with me.” “It’s not over yet, I still have to hear you sing, tonight, and this time, I am driving my Porsche, don’t try to stop me,” he said firmly. She laughed. She loved his accent. She looked at him as he drove her Navigator.  His flawless skin, and silky dark hair. The man was physically perfect.  They had gone shopping together; she insisted on getting him a new outfit.  She refused to let him buy one for her. “Oh no, not again,” she had said.  She took him to Structure and Hugo Boss. He was going to look as she would or maybe even better. She kept noticing that men were giving him evil looks and chicks would stare her down. She smiled to herself. She would enjoy this friendship while it lasted.

    “You look nice,” he said as she opened the door. She was wearing a cranberry-colored midriff top with a scoop neckline and matching snakeskin jacket. Her jeans were dark blue Sergio Valente’s and her shoes matched her jacket. She had wet her hair and airdried it, letting her natural waves show through. Her makeup was smoky eyes with black and brown shadows, and her lips were glossed with burgundy. Her earrings were big, gold hoops. He gave her a hug. “You smell good,” she said, her arms lingering around his neck. She loved his warmth. He could feel himself becoming aroused. She stepped back and sat down in the car. “Mind if I keep the top down?” he asked. “Not at all,” she said, it’s your car.” He was wearing a dark olive, v-neck shirt with short sleeves, showing off his wonderful arms. His pants were neatly –pressed chinos. “You look good, too,” she said, running her fingers through his hair. He wanted to grab her at that moment. Instead, he started the ignition. “I have you to thank for that, Bellissimma,” he said , letting her pet name roll off his tongue. She could feel her insides turning to mush. Lord, give me strength, she prayed.

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