Diamond, page 1
The Divas:
Diamond
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Murray, Victoria Christopher.
Diamond / Victoria Christopher Murray.—1st Pocket Books trade pbk. ed.
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Summary: In Los Angeles, California, four fifteen-year-old best friends, Diamond, Aaliya, Veronique, and India, form a gospel singing group in order to compete in a talent contest that could take them all the way to New York City and a quarter of a million dollar prize.
ISBN-13: 978-1-4165-6216-0
eISBN-13: 978-1-416-56231-3
ISBN-10: 1-4165-6216-8
[1. Singers—Fiction. 2. Gospel music—Fiction. 3. Best friends—Fiction. 4. Friendship—Fiction. 5. Contests—Fiction. 6. African Americans—Fiction. 7. Family life—California—Fiction. 8. Los Angeles (Calif.)—Fiction.] I. Title.
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Acknowledgments
First and foremost, I always thank my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. People often ask me where I get the ideas, the stories, the tides—it all comes from God. I feel so blessed that He uses my fingers to deliver these messages through books. There is nothing better than living my life and using my gifts for Him.
I am so excited to be doing this teen series. I want to provide stories that are totally entertaining but center on God. And I am blessed to have a professional team that understands my objective. Thank you, Brigitte Smith, and everyone at Pocket Books for giving me this opportunity. We’re just beginning, but I am already enjoying this ride. To my agent, Elaine Koster, who believed in this idea and supported me from the very beginning. And to Stephanie Lehmann, who not only took my proposal and ran with it, but taught me how to really get inside the mind of, and use the voice of, a teenager. I learned so much from you. This idea began in my head, and it was Jacquelin Thomas who helped me think it all through and Kimberla Lawson Roby who encouraged me to do it. I am honored to call both of you friends!
To all the readers who have supported me over the years and asked if I was ever going to do something for teens—here it is. I pray that young girls and those who are young at heart all have the opportunity to enjoy Diamond’s story.
1
We’re gonna be so paid!”
I waved my magazine in the air and dumped my messenger bag onto the lunch table. I waited for my crew to say something, but not one of them even looked at me.
“Hello? Anybody home?”
India stuffed half a hot dog into her mouth. “I heard you.”
“So, if you heard me, why aren’t you excited?” But I wasn’t just talking to India. I wondered what was wrong with Veronique and Aaliyah, too.
“Because,” Aaliyah began, not taking her eyes away from whatever book she was reading, “you’re always excited about something, Diamond.”
“And what’s wrong with that?” I asked. “I’m fifteen and fine! I’m supposed to be excited.”
Veronique unplugged one of the earplugs from the MP3 player we’d given her for her birthday. “You are so the drama queen.”
“Whatever, whatever. Call me what you want; I’m going to be a paid drama queen. And, I’m gonna let y’all ride because I love you and I’m special like that.”
Veronique tried not to grin, but I knew she was feelin’ me. She pushed her earplug in place and lay back on the bench.
When no one said anything else, I said, “Don’t you want to know how I’m gonna make you rich?”
“Diamond,” India said, now chomping on French fries, “you’re already rich.”
“Nuh-huh. My parents have money, but they’ve told me and my brother over and over that it’s their money, not ours.” I shrugged. “But it doesn’t matter ’cause in less than a year, the cash will be flowin’ my way.”
Veronique sat up. “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s up?”
One down. But I still had to stare at India like she’d stolen something before she paid me more attention than she did her French fries. And then, we all had to give Aaliyah the evil eye before she—with a sigh—half-closed her book.
With their eyes on me now, I snapped the magazine open to the centerfold. “Peep this!”
India, Veronique, and Aaliyah stared at the pages that announced the gospel talent search, but then just as quickly, India tossed a handful of French fries into her mouth, Veronique stuffed her ears with the plugs again, and Aaliyah went back to her book as if she’d never stopped reading.
I could not believe them. I loved my crew like they were my own sisters. In fact, we always said we were sisters, since none of us had any biological sisters. But today I wanted to give them all back to their mothers.
“What are you guys doing?” I waited a moment. When no one answered me, I bounced on top of the bench even though I had rolled up my skirt so that it would look like a mini. “Hello!” I yelled. “Does anyone besides me want to be a star?”
There were plenty of cackles from everyone else in the school yard, but nothing from my crew.
Finally, Veronique said, “You’re the one who wants to be a star, my sistah.”
“Well, yeah,” I said, wondering why she was taking the time to state the obvious. “Because I was born to be one. And we live in L.A. We’re supposed to be stars.”
“I don’t want to be one.” India wrinkled her nose like she smelled something nasty.
“Me neither,” Veronique and Aaliyah piped in.
“That’s un-American,” I said. “But this is about more than just being a star.” I paused, letting the drama build. “What if I told you we were about to be paid a million dollars?”
That made Veronique take both plugs from her ears. “A million dollars? Tell me more, my sistah.”
“Actually, it’s more like two hundred and fifty thousand.”
Aaliyah lifted her eyes from her book just long enough to say, “That’s a long way from a million.”
I rolled my eyes. Leave it to the analytical one to take my words literally. Still, I said, “Not by much. And anyway, that’s just the start. When we win this contest, we’ll get phat contracts and we’ll certainly have a million dollars then. Probably more.”
“Go for it,” Aaliyah said.
I rolled my eyes toward heaven and asked the Lord to help me. “You’re supposed to be the smart one. Didn’t you read that this is a group competition?”
“So, that’s what this is about,” India said. “You need a group; you need us.” She shook her head. “And I thought you were telling us about this because you loved us.”
“Love you, I do. But on the real, I need you.” I paused, lifted the magazine, and began reading, “Glory 2 God Productions is the latest record label to take advantage of the American Idol phenomenon. Announcing their own talent show, G2G president Roberto Hamilton said, ‘We’re looking for fresh talent with hip-hop flavor, but with the heart and love for the Lord. We’re excited about the possibilities. Our plan is to make the winning group superstars.’” I slammed the magazine shut. “They are obviously talking about us.”
“We’re not a group,” Veronique said.
Inside, I moaned. “Not yet. But if you guys would pay attention and start dreaming this dream with me, we’d have a group in”—I looked at my watch—“how long will it take for us to come up with a name?” When no one answered, I whined, “Come on.”
Veronique nodded her head slowly, as if she’d had a little peek into my dream. I knew I could count on her. Even though I considered India and Aaliyah my best friends, too, I was closest to Vee, which was what we called her. Veronique was quite different from me; she was different from all of us. With her wild, bronze-colored fro, the little gold stud in her nose, and wooden and beaded bangles up and down her arm, she looked like she was some kind of flower child from the sixties. I think she got her style from her mom. It was kind of old-fashioned to me, but I loved Veronique anyway. And I loved her even more right about now.
I clapped my hands. “So, you’re in?”
Veronique said, “I didn’t say that. I need to know more.”
I sighed as India and Aaliyah looked at me like they agreed with Veronique. What more did they possibly need? Sometimes I wondered how we all became friends, because I was so far ahead of them it wasn’t even funny. I believed in dreams that they hadn’t even begun to imagine. But I stayed with them because India, Veronique, and Aaliyah needed me. India needed me to help her with her self-confidence, Veronique needed me to show her life’s possibilities, and Aaliyah needed me … well, I wasn’t sure what Aaliyah needed from me because she always acted like she didn’t need anybody. But I loved them all.
I said, “Okay, what else do you need to know besides the fact that Glory 2 God Productions is doing a national talent search to discover us?”
“Are we old enough to enter?” India asked as she dumped her empty food containers into the trash.
“This is a teen competition, so you have to be between the ages of thirteen and eighteen. I guess nineteen is too close to twenty. And after that, all we need is to be sponsored by our church.”
“Sponsored? What does that mean?” Aaliyah asked.
“I don’t know, but whatever it is, Pastor Ford will do it for us.”
“Are you sure?” Veronique asked. “Pastor’s never heard us sing.”
“What are you talking about? We sing in church every month.”
Aaliyah said, “You want to enter the entire choir in this contest?”
I looked at Aaliyah wide-eyed. There was no doubt she was the brains; Aaliyah had never received anything less than an A since elementary school. But sometimes she acted like her brain went on vacation. “Of course I’m not talking about the entire choir. I’m talking about just us. If we can sing in the choir, why can’t we form our own little group?” When they said nothing, I added, “Okay, let me break this down to you like you’re two-year-olds: the four of us form a group, go to church, get sponsored, send in the applications, begin practicing, sing some songs, do some steps, win … and then get the big bucks.”
“I like that big bucks part,” Veronique said.
“So, you’re in?” I asked.
India, Veronique, and Aaliyah looked at each other, and inside, I prayed, Please, God, let my crew have some sense.
Slowly, India and Veronique nodded. But Aaliyah held out her hand. I tossed her the magazine, then watched her look over the article.
“This says that the participants are responsible for their own expenses….”
“Expenses?” Veronique frowned.
Aaliyah continued, “All travel, lodging, and any expenses associated with the contest will be the responsibility of the applicants.”
“So, hold up.” Veronique stopped Aaliyah. “How much money are they talking about?”
“According to this,” Aaliyah paused and read some more, “if we win in Los Angeles, we’d have to pay our way to San Francisco. Then to …”
Veronique shook her head. “I can’t afford to be in this contest.”
I was about to burst with frustration. “Why’re you worrying about the money right now? Let’s just form the group. If we’re serious, you know my parents will cover everything.”
“No way,” Veronique said, lying back down on the bench. “My mother is not about to spend money she doesn’t have. At least that’s what she’s always telling me.”
“I said don’t worry about the money.”
“We have to think about how much this will cost. If we win this, like you say, we’d have to go all the way to …,” Aaliyah said as she looked down at the magazine, “New York and Miami.”
Veronique bolted up from the bench. “New York? When would we go to New York?”
I guess somehow money wasn’t a problem for her now.
“That’s where the semifinals are going to be,” Aaliyah said.
“I always wanted to go to New York.” Veronique bit her lip, then said to India and Aaliyah, “Maybe we should talk to Pastor Ford and see what she thinks.”
“Okay, I’m willing to start there.” I was doing everything I could to hold in my excitement. “So, are y’all ready to roll with me?” I held out my hand, and after a couple of moments, Veronique gave me a high five. Then, India. And although I could tell she wasn’t really feeling this, Aaliyah finally did the same.
“You know singing ain’t my thing,” Aaliyah pouted. “But y’all my sisters, so when you roll, I roll.”
I grinned. None of them were as excited as I was, but all they needed was a little time. India, Veronique, and Aaliyah had no idea how blessed they were to have me. I was on my way to making us all stars!
2
God was on my side!
I was sure of it as I held back the drapes and peeked through the living room window. My dad eased his Navigator into the driveway. If I’d been just a kid, I would’ve run right outside to meet him. But since I was much too mature to do that, I just waited and planned my next move. I walked back and forth in the living room as if I was calm, but my cool didn’t last and I rushed to the door.
“Hi, Daddy,” I greeted him before he could even get inside. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.
“Whoa, cupcake. Let me get in,” he said.
But I could tell by the way he grinned that he was loving it! Loving every bit of the attention that I gave him.
I was the walking definition of a daddy’s girl. It wasn’t hard for me—I looked exactly like my father. We shared the same brown eyes framed under bushy brows. My chestnut complexion matched his to a T. And when my dad had hair, it had been as black and as thick as mine. But our best feature was our dimples—both of us just had one in our left cheek.
My dad stepped into the foyer. It took a lot for me to just stand there, but I waited by the front door as he dropped his briefcase next to the divan, then scanned through the mail sitting on top of the glass table.
I waited and waited. And then I couldn’t wait any more. “How was your day, Daddy?”
He looked at me, tossed the mail back on the table, and with a tiny grin said, “How much is this going to cost me?”
I opened my eyes wide. “What?”
He loosened his tie, and when he walked into the living room, I followed right behind him. He asked, “Are you going to tell me how much you need?” before he flopped onto the sofa.
I grinned. “I don’t want any money. At least not yet.” I grabbed the magazine from the table, then bent down in front of him and flipped through the pages.
My father pulled his glasses from his pocket. “So, which one of your magazine schemes do you want me to look at today?”
“This is no ordinary magazine, Daddy. This is Gospel NOW and. they’ve got this ridiculous contest.”
“Ridiculous? Is that good?”
I laughed. “Definitely. India, Veronique, Aaliyah, and I want to form a gospel group so that we can compete. It’s kinda like American Idol, but with a gospel flavor. They’re looking for fresh talent, and I know we can win.”
He read and I talked, explaining all the details, which I already knew by heart. “Daddy, what I love is that we’ll be able to combine our love for singing with our love for the Lord.”
He stopped reading and looked at me over the top of his glasses. “Love for singing with love for the Lord? You’re laying it on a bit thick, don’t you think?”
Okay, he got me. I guess my dad knew a con when he heard one. He should; Linden Winters was a politician, a city councilman. Veronique said most politicians were cons or crooks. Not that my dad was either one, but I guess he’d worked with enough of them to recognize game.
“Daddy, I really want to do this,” I whined. “Please, Daddy.”
I held my breath as he took another look at the magazine. “I’m going to need to check this out, but it sounds interesting.”
He was getting close to saying what I wanted to hear.
“Yeah, this might be fun for you.”
“Thank you,” I sang and grabbed his neck, hugging him as tight as I could.
“Now wait a minute,” Daddy said, pulling away. “It sounds good to me, but we still have to run this past your mother.”
I groaned; why did he have to bring her into this? Not that I didn’t love my mother. Elizabeth Winters was fierce. My mother was an appellate court judge in the Los Angeles superior court system. She’d been a judge since I was in kindergarten, overseeing all kinds of cases. The judge was no joke; my mother was the real deal.
Problem was, she acted like a judge all … the … time. Sometimes when she talked to me I felt like she was sitting on the bench ready to bring down the gavel right on top of my head. It wasn’t going to be easy convincing the judge. But if there was one person who could get my mom to take off her judge’s robe, it was my dad.
