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world and help prevent another child from losing their mother. I kissed my picture and placed it back on the dresser. I barely knew my mother but I felt in my heart she was looking down on me giving me her stamp of approval.  I looked out my window and saw my friend Shay pulling into my apartment complex. I threw my keys into my purse and headed to out the door. I really wanted to be celebrating with Dontae; he was the one who pushed me to follow my dreams.  I knew he still loved me. But he was hurting and things just weren’t the same.  I sighed and walked to the car. I loved him. But tonight was my night and I was going to enjoy myself with or without him.
                  I was surprised when we pulled into The Next Level’s parking lot. This was one of Dontae’s mother’s establishments . ‘Why would they bring me here?’ I thought. Before I could ask any questions my girl Tara leaned over the back seat and touched my shoulder.
                  “I know what you’re thinking. But Dontae is not going to here tonight. You can't stop living because you two broke up. Remember this use to be one of your favorite spots. Plus we purchased the tickets months ago,” she stated.
    I had almost forgot tonight there would be some of the best Old School Rappers performing in the club I immediately got excited.
                  “Ya didn’t tell me ya brought tickets to the show!” I smiled.
                  “We got them months ago,” Shay confirmed.
    I loved my friends they knew this was just what I needed. I had been so depressed about me and Dontae I had shut them out. They both gave me my space and I appreciated it. We had been friends since middle school. We always knew what the other needed. I checked myself out in my compact mirror. My skin was flawless. Not a pimple in sight. My father called me his black china doll. I had his dark complexion and my mother’s slanted eyes and straight dark hair. Being Chinese and black got me into countless fights growing up. Girls hated the fact my sister and I had good hair and that the boys in the neighborhood gave us so much attention. I was pretty but everyone around my way knew I didn’t play. I was well respected in the Burg and I earned it.
                  I followed Shay and Tara to the front entrance. We ignored angry comments from the large crowd who were pissed we didn’t have to wait in line. Shay tried to walk pass the bouncer. But he grabbed her. She angrily jerked her arm away.
                  “What do you think you’re doing? Don’t put your hands on me!” She yelled.
                  “I’m trying to do my job and you need to be searched,”
                  “I’m a regular and you’re not searching me,” she hissed.
    I could see that the bouncer was getting frustrated with Shay’s attitude. I didn’t come out for this. I stepped in front of Shay and smiled.
                  “Is there a problem?” I asked.
                  “Yeah ya friend feels like she don’t gotta get searched and I ain’t losing my job for her or anyone else,”
    I glanced over my shoulder. I could tell the crowd behind us was getting impatient. I needed to defuse the situation before it got ugly. People paid their money and they wanted to see the show.  I took the bouncer by the hand and pulled him to the side. He was very attractive. His dreads were neatly done and pulled back into a ponytail. I could tell he wasn’t from here by his accent and his lineup was perfect. My guess was he was from Philly born and raised. It was something about those Philly boys that made them stand out.
                  I cleared my throat before I spoke I needed time to think of something quick to say. I also knew most people would put down their defenses with a compliment.
                  “You’re doing your job very well. My friend didn’t mean