Eye of the Beholder

My stomach turned as I felt my self sweating from head to toe. I must've looked terrified as the lady with freckles smiled kindly and told me to sit at the kitchen table. I ignored her light laugh at my anxiousness. It's not everyday that you're sitting in Nicki Minaj's house waiting to be interviewed by her. I mean, I'm no Barbie, or whatever she calls her fans, but it's Nicki-fucking-Minaj. I had been through two interviews just to make it to her presence. With rent due three days ago and no more time to waste, I could not fuck this up. 

"Hi." I heard a perky voice from behind me. I closed my eyes and exhaled quickly. I stood and turned to her with a smile. 

"Hello. I'm-"

"Mia?" She smiled. Her teeth were perfect. I saw very few imperfections in her beauty while her face was clean of make up. With her hair pulled straight back into a ponytail she still looked beautiful. 

"Um, no... It's-"

"Michelle?"

"No!" Her freckled friend laughed. "It's that one bad actress' name." She snapped her fingers trying to remember.

"Bad as in bad acting or sexy, bad?" Nicki asked.

"Sexy." She answered as she went back to texting.

"Hmmm." She frowned as she looked me over. "What movie, Sherika?"

"That stupid movie Safaree was watching with the teddy bear."

"Oh, gee... You're a lot of help." She rolled her eyes. 

"Mila Kunis."

"Huh?" Nicki said as they both looked at me as if they just remembered that I was in the room. 

"That's her name. The actress. It's Mila Kunis."

"That's your name?"

"Mila? Yes."

"Mmmm." She bit her lip. "Cute. 

"Thanks." She put her water and phone in one hand and extended the other to me and we shook.

"Nicki. This is Sherika." Her eyes cut to the sliding door that came open. She rolled her eyes. "That's Safaree."

"What's up?" He nodded to no one in particular and didn't stick around for a response. It was clear by Nicki's changed body language that she was pissed at her boyfriend about something and he didn't care. Well, I didn't know for sure that they were together but every pic I see of her, he's right there. 

"You're an actress or something?" She asked with less enthusiasm. 

"No."

"Why are you in Cali?"

"I always wanted to live here. I've lived in Ohio my whole life. I needed some sun."

"Cool." She nodded. I could tell that it was a half ass listening nod. "You signed the confidentiality agreement?"

"Yes."  

"Where do you live?"

"Not too far from here." I lied. It took me damn near an hour and a half to get here from my crappy motel.

"Good." She sighed. "I might need you in the middle of the night for something." 

I wanted to ask, "something like what?" It wasn't ideal to be running around LA at 4am for cheesecake like I was working for Diddy. I also love my sleep. I didn't object though. Couldn't piss the boss off on day one. 

"Okay." I simply said.

"Ummm." She looked like she was thinking and then she turned to her friend. "Oh! Where's the phone?"

"Ask Safaree. He had it."

"Show her around, please?" 

"Sure." 

It seemed like we walked for miles. Sherika ran through where I could and could not go, what I could and could not touch. All while taking the tour I kept thinking about how stupid it was for one person to have such a big house to themself. If I had the money, a small condo would do. Then I thought about how my account was in the negative and I had no room to hate. 

Sherika lead me upstairs to show me where different bedrooms were in the event that Nicki told me to go to hers or something. It was quiet until we heard Nicki's giggles. Sherika ignored it as she showed me the third guest bathroom that Nicki used instead of the master. I guess if I had five bathrooms I would put them all to use, too. I was intrigued by the playful giggles though and listened harder. It got quiet again for a second and then Nicki and a male, I assumed to be Safaree, laughed loudly.

"So, you think you know where everything is?" Sherika asked.

"Yeah, I think so." I smiled. "So, I got the job or-"

"For now." She said.

"Hey." Nicki closed the door behind her smiling. She waved the phone. "Found it." 

I hoped it wasn't in her mans pants. She handed me the phone and I tried to ignore her erect nipples. I wanted to say, "You ain't low." But I remembered my place. I cleared my throat.

"Thanks."

"Can you be here at 11?"

"Tomorrow? Sure."

"No, tonight." She said.

"Of course." 

"Okay." She said. "Sherika, can you give her that list and some cash. I need you to pick up a few things."

"Okay." And with that she disappeared back into the bedroom. 

When I got back to my car and looked at the list then my tank I prayed that I could get all this done without breaking down, both mentally and my car. She had ten different items, and four different places for me to go. What the hell did I just sign up for? 

Okay. I really need you guy's opinions. Yay or nay? I wanted to try writing an OF story from a different perspective. If I continue it'll be more OF, of course. Still working on Baby Boy but I've had this idea for a while, so yeah...