One of the judges, superstar Korey Fields, singles her out and offers her private singing lessons. She sings beautifully but is not selected. She convinces her mother to let her go to an audition in New York. HarperCollins Publishers, 2020.Įnchanted, a Black teenage girl who dreams of becoming a famous singer, swims and spends time with her friends at school. Sorry, not blood.The following version of this book was used to create this study guide: Jackson, Tiffany D. The thought of his inevitable reaction produces more terror than the blood surrounding me. No music, no television, no voices… damn, I’m a mess and he’s going to be so mad when he sees all these stains. It’s not the beet juice or my position on the floor that unnerves me it’s the silence.
A breeze glides up my bald head, the tips of my ears icy as I’m attacked by shivers. A hectic painting on what was once a pure white canvas. The beet-juice stains are all around his penthouse-on the cream sofa, the satin curtains, the ivory dining table, splatters on the ceiling… I even managed to spill some beet juice down my tank top and jeans. I lick blood off my bottom lip, relish the metal taste and take in the room. The blinding sun shines through dozens of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Out of the one eye that isn’t swollen, everything is a bright blur. I roll over, spine unforgiving, and struggle to my feet, knees wobbling, pain shooting stars through my skull. The beet juice is dark, thin, dried sticky between my fingers. “You don’t believe me, doĪwake, I am eye-level with a puddle of beet juice soaked into the carpet, soft fibers cushioning my cheek.
We… we’re different.” He must read the skepticism on my face. “ Were you two… together? Like us?” “No! No, of course not. So she’s hurting me, to hurt you.” This is all because of me? It doesn’t make sense. She’s seen us perform, knows we’re gearing up to do an album… but she wasn’t as talented as you. “I didn’t want to tell you this ’cause I didn’t want you blaming yourself or nothing.” “Huh? Why would I blame myself?” “ She’s… jealous. “Yes.” “Why didn’t you tell me? Why all these secrets? Thought you said we didn’t have secrets?” He sighs.
“ Did you really work with that girl?” He rolls his eyes. He plops next to me, bottle in hand, and I can’t hold the question in any longer. The sliding glass door opens behind me and I catch a whiff of his cologne. So here I am again, sitting by the beach hoping that someone’s claim is a lie. And Mom was done with Grandma’s stubborn irrationality for good. You can try all you want to control the wild sea, but in the end, it’ll always do what it wants. “You take them, you’re gonna be sorry! You can count on that!” Their voices clapped like seashells, and Mom vowed to never come back.
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