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tonight.

 
    ~Cori~
    Saturday night was finally here.
    Three years of rehearsing.
    Going through different showcases, talent shows, the promised studio time that never came to be, the sweat, tears, watching other groups that we felt didn’t hold a candle to us signing a contract and not selling worth a damn.
    All of that pent up emotion, talent, heart and soul would come out tonight.
    I was so hyper that I felt that I could reach octaves that only Mariah could pitch.
    The way that rehearsal went a few hours ago, we all felt that way.
    This showcase would be the launching point.
    There was nowhere to go but up.
    I imagined having that conversation with Mr. Richton and Mr. Parker that Monday morning, with Cheryl being all smiles, giving them the CD of tonight’s performance, then having Mr. Parker asking for a live set right there in his office, just to prove that we weren’t a fluke.
    No more working at the bank.
    No more trying to catch up on sleep before class at school, although I was a class or two shy of finishing my Bachelor’s degree in Communications.
    And last but not least, no more playing showcases like tonight.
    We would be so hot that the Georgia Dome wouldn’t be able to hold the crowds we would draw.
    But first and foremost, we had to take care of business tonight.
    I went out to take a look at the crowd, scanning the front area where the VIPs were normally seated. Before I focused on the people that were sitting there, I said a quick prayer that the executives from RP would be there. I didn’t want to take anything to chance tonight. Too much was riding on it.
    I don’t know if it was a relief to see the seats reserved for RP were filled or if it was cause to put more pressure on us now that they were here.
    My heart skipped a beat seeing Derrick sitting next to a devastatingly handsome older man, who wore a dark suit and banded collared shirt, not the shirt and tie that I would have expected a CEO to adorn. I assumed that man to be Mr. Richton, and I saw him and Derrick having a rather jovial conversation, which led me to believe that the information that Cheryl had was correct, except I didn’t expect Derrick to be a part of the people that had influence over my career. I saw Brian and another dude that I didn’t recognize, so Tracie would be happy to be in the same company as DJ Majesty.
    The thought of that excited me like nothing else has, and made me uneasy at the same time.
    Damn, I haven’t even had a decent conversation with him, and already he had me second guessing myself.
    That was a feeling I hated more than anything.
    But he wasn’t about to have that power over me the way that I allowed the other night.
    Tonight would be mine, and he would recognize the power I would have over him.
    He didn’t even know it yet.
     
     
    “ Cheryl, please, you and the ladies have a seat, be our guests.”
    We were on a high after the song that we’d just belted out, harmonizing better than we’d ever been able to do before. The crowd was eating out of our hands, the men couldn’t stop staring at the dresses that we wore for the night, reminiscent of En Vogue’s ensemble in their Hold On video. Cheryl felt that our collective sex appeal needed to be on full display tonight to capture everyone’s attention. Meanwhile, the strength of our voices would then take them to the next level.
    Kyra seductively wooed the men in the crowd during the slow song, and Tracie and I collaborated on the up-tempo jam that we’d hoped to include as the first single off the album, if we ever got to the point of making an album.
    I purposefully locked eyes with Derrick during the entire set, playing a personal cat and mouse game with him, watching his expressions during the songs, wanting him to want me now that he’d gotten a chance to see me completely sexed up and on full display for his, and others’, entertainment and appreciation.
    We weren’t allowed to really be physically involved with the audience, at