The End of the Rainbow by Dontá Morrison Read Free Book Online

the girls made their way to a chair while the others kept on chuckling with Kerrion and Lea.
    Two hours later all four girls had either grown eight-inches of hair or changed hair color altogether. The backup dancer where on the other side of the room with Lea getting ponytails, cornrows, or twists. While Kerrion was working his magic with the remarkable tool known as a flatiron, making waterfalls and wraps so fierce they should be on the cover of Black Hair Care magazine.
    One thing about doing a major video shoot is that no one is ever prepared and what happens to hair usually happens right there on the spot. After the makeup was applied and the wardrobe was put on, all they had to do now was walk around between shots, doing touch ups and making sure that the hair looked exactly like itdid in the last shot. Easy money in the bag and that is why Khalil loves his career so much.
    The video shoot ended around midnight and after arriving at the hotel Khalil called home but got no answer. He then tried Tyrins’ cell-phone and it went straight to voicemail. Khalil was puzzled but too tired to give the situation extra energy and thought. He left him a message saying goodnight and left it at that. He then scrolled through his cell, found his sisters number, and hit the call button.
    “You’ve reached Lauren and unfortunately I am either in class, at work, in the library, or sleep. Do the normal at the beep.” Beeeeep “Lauren, this is your brother, I’m in Frisco and was wondering if you would be available for lunch or dinner before I head back to L.A. Hit me up on my cell. Love Ya.” Khalil was trying to get in touch with her before he flew back out but he knew that more than likely he wouldn’t. Lauren kept a busy schedule, but as long as he knew he made the effort he wouldn’t feel so bad.
    He was exhausted and in dire need of rest, so he took a quick shower to relax his muscles and hopped in the bed hoping to get a good night sleep. Right when he was about to doze off there was a knock on his door. He quietly lay there assuming that whoever it was had the wrong room and would walk away upon realization. The person knocked again and then he heard Kerrion’s voice. “Bitch, I know you ain’t sleep. Come open this damn door.”
    He reluctantly got out of bed and slowly walked to the door. He opened it and stood there in his black Calvin Klein boxer-briefs waiting for the performance he knew Kerrion was about to put on. “OH HELL NAW!!! Get up and get your ass dressed.” He said as he forced his way past Khalil and began turning on lights in the room.
    Khalil turned around and followed him into the room, shaking his head at the fact that he was dressed and scented for a night out on the town. “Kerry, I’m going to bed. I’m tired, and we have to be back on the set at ten o’clock tomorrow morning. I need to get some sleep.”
    “We are in San Motherfucking Frisco, home of the gay. I am not going to miss one night of clubbing in the capital. Now get dressed before I dress you myself.” He walked over to the closet and opened it, only to discover that it was empty of anything club worthy. “Where is your gear?” he said in disgust as he rifled through the hanging garments.
    “At home with my man. I’m not going anywhere.” Khalil sat on the bed and pulled the blankets up over himself. “Where is Spencer?”
    “In his room getting dressed. We’re about to hit it hard and I suggest you come with us.”
    “Why?”
    “Because we never go out anymore. All you want to do is cook and lay up under Tyrin. We miss your wild ass.” He was trying to sound sincere, but Khalil saw right through it. He knew that if he went he would end up sitting in a corner by himself warding off all of the wanna be pimps, players, and hustlers; while watching Spencer and Kerrion dance the night away with every Tom whose Dick was Harry. “Look at you, you are one of the finest motherfuckers I know. Hair flawless, eyes gorgeous, body