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said. “And Camille is a prime example of that. If you didn’t know her but just looked at her outer appearance, what would you think?”
    We all turned to Camille.
    â€œWhy you gotta use me as an example?” she whined.
    â€œI would think she’s a prima donna,” I said.
    â€œI would think she thinks she’s better than everybody else,” Angel added.
    â€œI would think she’d been playing with her Bedazzler again,” Jasmine said, referring to the arts and crafts gun they sell on late-night TV.
    â€œShut up,” Camille snapped.
    â€œAll right, Camille,” Miss Rachel warned.
    â€œWell, they’re the ones picking on me,” she said.
    â€œNo one is picking on you. If you had been here, you would’ve known we’d been talking about how it’s necessary to look beyond what you see on the outside.”
    â€œYeah, because if we didn’t, everyone would think you’re a broke-down Beyoncé,” Jasmine offered.
    â€œJasmine, that’s enough,” Miss Rachel snapped. “Stop antagonizing Camille. You’d be the main one ready to fight if the tables were turned.”
    â€œYeah,” Camille echoed.
    That seemed to quiet Jasmine.
    â€œSorry, Camille,” Jasmine mumbled.
    â€œIt’s okay.” Camille patted her back. “I know you didn’t mean anything.”
    Jasmine looked at me and whispered, “But her hair is jacked up.”
    I couldn’t help but laugh as Miss Rachel continued talking.

6
    Camille
    This was a dream come true. I was actually standing on the set of a real live video shoot. People were running back and forth, and the scene looked just like something out of Hollywood. We were filming in this club in the Galleria area. Alexis, Jasmine, Angel and I had come here straight from school. Luckily they let my friends come, because I was nervous as all get out.
    â€œCamille! Looking good, girl,” the producer said as she walked my way. Taraji didn’t sound genuine, but it was better than the funky attitude she had been giving me the night of the talent show.
    â€œHi, Taraji,” I replied. “I’m so excited about being here.” I turned toward my friends. “By the way, these are my frien—”
    â€œSo come on, we have to get you in hair and makeup,” Taraji cut me off, not giving my friends a second glance. She grabbed my arm and pulled me away. I looked at them helplessly while I tried to keep from stumbling as Taraji tugged on my arm.
    â€œJust one second, okay?” I told her, easing out of her grip. I hurried back over to my friends. “I’m sorry, guys,” I whispered.
    â€œGirl, don’t sweat it,” Alexis replied, waving me off. “This is your day.”
    I could tell Jasmine was POd by Taraji’s rudeness, but judging from the irritated look on Taraji’s face, I really didn’t have the time to be pacifying her. “Jasmine . . .”
    â€œCamille, time is money, baby,” Taraji said before spinning around and walking off.
    â€œGirl, go. She’ll be all right,” Alexis said, pushing me.
    â€œYeah, I’m straight,” Jasmine finally said. “Go, go, go.”
    â€œOkay,” I said, breaking out into a big grin. “I’ll see you all in a bit.” I wished my girls could’ve come back in the dressing room with me, but Taraji had made it clear that while they could come to the set, they had to stay in a certain area. But they still had a full view of everything, so I’m sure it was all good.
    Taraji led me back to something called the green room. There she introduced me to a few people before sitting me down in the makeup chair. She went off to talk to some other people as the two women went to work on me.
    It was awesome to have the stylist fussing over my hair while the other woman applied my makeup.
    â€œAll right, Camille. Did you have a chance to go over