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The sound of Young Thug’s cartoonish intonation and the infectious chorus of his and Rich Homie Quan’s hit song “Lifestyle” snapped Grace King out of her alcohol-induced slumber. She squinted to read the screen of her iPhone. “Ethan Summerville,” she read slowly before tapping the green telephone icon to accept the call from her attorney slash agent slash everything. Throughout the years, Grace had come to rely on Ethan. To Grace, it seemed like no one understood her except for him.
“Hello,” she grumbled into the phone.
“Grace Terisha King, I know the reason that you are late to this meeting is that you’re still in bed.”
“You know what my mother used to tell me when she caught me in a lie? Lying lips are an abomination unto the Lord.”
Grace mustered up enough strength to sit up in the bed so that she wasn’t completely lying, just telling a little half-truth. Those half-truths had taken her far. The half-truth she’d told the bouncer—that her friend was drunk and needed her help getting out of the club—had enabled her to finagle her way into the VIP section of the 40/40 Club, where she was discovered by Bleeker Kios, the head of Fresh Faces Modeling Agency. Her friend had been drunk and had needed her help, but she’d passed out with her head on the bar. From there, Grace had parlayed that half-truth into a prosperous modeling career.
“You can’t continue to do this,” Ethan said when she was silent.
“Do what?” she asked, slapping her thigh. Sometimes Ethan’s paternal and overbearing nature frustrated her, and it also made her think of all the things she’d left behind, like family, namely, her father, whom she had once considered herself close to.
“You cannot continue to walk out of nightclubs, inebriated, and expect to book legitimate jobs. It’s all about branding, and no one wants you associated with their brand. These proceedings were supposed to begin at eight, and it is now nine o’clock. The judge has been calling here every hour on the hour since six a.m., trying to determine why it was exactly that she didn’t lock you up, and why it is that she shouldn’t lock you up now.”
“So . . . what?” Grace shrugged her shoulders. “Am I not supposed to enjoy myself ever?”
“Not when you’re trying to break into the world of acting. Tell me which producer wants the drunken girl on page six on their billboard.”
“I knew you were not out of bed. You’re on page six of the Post, page two of the Daily News. And I’m sure they have a shot of you in every free paper that exists in New York City as well. If you keep this up, your star is going to nova soon.”
Grace ran her fingers through the long blond bang she’d had sewn into her short pixie cut as she digested what Ethan was telling her about her career. Since she’d left home at sixteen, the only thing she had had was her career.
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