Chapter 15 #2
Charlie scoffed. “Call me what you want, but Demi and I ended things when I found out. He went back to his wife. I moved on with my life for a year. Lauren Sky had all the time in the world to save her marriage. I wasn’t a factor.
There was no sneaky links, no pull-ups, no contact.
He didn’t text me. He didn’t call me. We didn’t see one another.
They decided to divorce. Why? I don’t know.
It wasn’t my marriage, but they’re over.
They ended. Demi didn’t come to me immediately after.
He didn’t do it for me. He ended it because he wanted to.
He catered to Lauren and his son for a year, making sure they were straight, respecting the situation and the feelings involved.
I didn’t even know they had ended. When he came back to me, he was a single man who had been divorced for a year. So remember that when you speak on us.”
“Your man don’t look too single. He still out here making you look like a side chick,” Miss Mix said. “He’s all over his ex-wife’s page at this very moment. She posted him half hour ago.”
Charlie felt all the air leave the room. She was lying. This woman didn’t know her. She had to be lying.
“I’m sorry, what?” Charlie glanced at Day.
Now she needed him to cut in, to stop this.
“Look, about this music, though,” Day stated.
“This is Lauren Sky with Demi Sky, posted exactly thirty-seven minutes ago, is it not?” Miss Mix put the phone on display, holding it across the table for Charlie to get a good look.
It took everything in her not to cry on this live platform.
She was shaking, she was so upset.
“Are we going to talk about my single, or is this just a platform for gossip?” Charlie asked. Her voice was shaking, but she didn’t have the strength to stop it. She had mustered up all the moxie she had left.
“Absolutely, let’s play All My Trust by Charlie, the newest princess at Dynasty Records,” DJ Baby announced. They cut the live feed, and Charlie stood.
“Thank you for playing my record,” she whispered before rushing out of the studio.
“Charlie,” Day said, grabbing her elbow. He leaned in close to her so that only she could hear him. “I know, but we got to finish this. They’re going to bring in callers to review the song.”
Her tears were too heavy to hold in, and one fell down her cheek. She was so embarrassed. “I can’t.”
She walked out and Miss Mix frowned. “Sensitive artists don’t last, Day.”
“Neither do disrespectful radio girls who fucked every rapper on my label,” Day responded.
Checkmate. The song ended, and the tension in the room was high as DJ Baby covered the mic with his hand.
“We live, y’all, in 5, 4, 3, 2… DJ Baby is back in the building with Grammy award-winning producer and rapper, Day Night. You just heard the song from his newest artist. Day, what was the process like working with Charlie?”
Day was tight. He was grinding his teeth so hard as he stared a hole through Miss Mix that his head ached with tension.
He took his time responding, letting every listener in on the tension clouding the interview.
“She’s the best singer I’ve heard in my entire career. She’s an artist,” Day said.
“Well, let’s see what the people have to say?” DJ Baby said. He clicked a button and pulled a fan on air.
“Thank you for calling in, tell us your name and where you from.”
“Keisha from Saginaw,” the caller answered.
“Keisha, how did you like the record?” The DJ asked.
“It was fire. It’s a whole vibe,” she answered. “Can I just say I’m in love with you, Day!”
“What’s good, Keisha from Saginaw?” Day answered, chuckling. “I’m in love with you back.”
“Do you have a question for Day Night?” DJ Baby asked.
“Yeah, sooo, Day, you’re never out in public with no girls, but me and my homegirls are jealous because Shade Room posted you out with some broad yesterday, and I just want to know if you’re still on the market because they say you got to shoot your shot when you get the chance.”
DJ Baby laughed, and Day instantly tensed. “Ooo… yeah, we saw that post,” Miss Mix said. “So, how’s it laying? Is the infamous bachelor, Day Night, spoken for? Or do the ladies still have hope?”
“Nah, man, I’m single. That wasn’t nothing major.”
“Well, you’re known to spoil the women. It’s speculated that you bought Kiara Da’vi her G wagon after you were seen out with her six months ago.
Is she out? Is this new girl the new hire?
Cuz Kiara told the blogs she was hired to please, nothing else.
She said, and I quote, ‘I profit from his pleasure.’”
“Y’all wild, man,” Day said, dismissing the rumors.
“I mean, I don’t blame you, bruh. It ain’t tricking if you got it,” DJ Baby encouraged. “Got to pay a bih so she keep her mouth closed. Sign these women up like employees and write ‘em off on your taxes.”
The DJ laughed, and Day smirked, shaking his head as he said, “Sometimes you got to feed the help, you know?”
The studio fell out in laughter.
“Nah, I’m just bullshitting, but for real though, weird-ass paparrazi taking pictures of anything nowadays. Must be a slow news week. I’m a single man.”
“Oh!” Miss Mix said. “You heard it here. Day Night is still on the market, and the picture you saw him in with this new mystery girl is just him feeding the help.”