Free One Man's Trash by Yolanda Allen Page B

video was ‘Tri Records Scandal’. It showed her
yanking the mic from JT and she heard herself call him a bastard. She watched
them argue back and forth, and Philip rush on the stage. She cringed at the part
where she pushed JT in the chest.

She shouldn’t have done that. Pushed him. Never hit a man unless you are
prepared for him to hit you back, her mom would always say. The video ended
with them walking off the stage and the person filming the scene with his cell
phone saying in the background, “what the hell happened?”

She fell backwards onto the bed and let out a huge sigh. The past few months
had taken a crazy turn. One day she decided to move to New York to pursue her
dream. She ended up working for a big time record label. Then she met this guy
that she instantly felt a connection with. A connection that seemed to get
stronger and stronger the more they hung out with each other. A like that
quickly evolved into love.

She cared for him. Wanted nothing but the best for him. She wanted him to
succeed in fulfilling his dreams as much as she wanted herself to succeed.
There was nothing she wouldn’t do when he asked. Hell, she did things for him
without him asking. She hardly ever told him no.

To show how much she loved and cared about him she agreed to help him get to
the next level in his music career. She did work for a record label and
had a close working relationship with the decision makers. What kind of
girlfriend would she be if she didn’t try to look out for her singer boyfriend?

She wanted to be a good girlfriend. This was her first real relationship. Not
some silly crush on a guy that barely knew she existed who always referred to her
as little Diamond, my brother’s best-friend . This was real. Reciprocated
love. But with all the things that started to take place after agreeing to get
JT that meeting with Philip, she questioned if the love was real at all?

Was this all about his career? She didn’t doubt that he liked her, but who
would purposely hurt the one that they loved? Cheating on the one that they
loved? Steal from the one that they loved? Who did that?

She’d instantly trusted JT. One of her flaws, trusting people too quickly.
She’d shared a deep part of herself with him. A part that she had only shared
with one other person. He betrayed her trust. It was like her innocence had
been stolen. She tried to wrap her mind around the crazy road that she was now
on. A road that took her from helping her boyfriend get a meeting with one of
the top execs at Tri Records, to being told that the top execs wanted her to
present some of her music to them, to accusing her ex-boyfriend of stealing her
song.

Who wrote this movie? It had to be one of those crazy low budget student films?
Whoever wrote it, the script sucked. She hadn’t signed up for this. This was
supposed to be her opportunity to get her foot in the door. But her foot was
now stuck firmly in her mouth. The way she reacted was unprofessional and
embarrassing yet warranted. To hear those words being sung by JT violated her.
They were etched in her heart and no one was supposed to hear those words but
Ryder.

Those words were created for him. They were given to him. And she prayed that
he still had them. The one song that she didn’t have backed up in writing or
electronically. Those words only existed in her head, in her heart, and on a CD
that she made five years ago. Well that was the truth until she foolishly
shared them with JT. Now they lived on his computer as well.

Diamond dialed Ryan’s number. He picked up on the second ring. “Hey Diamond.”

“Ryan, I need to talk to you, are you busy?”

“I always make time for you. What’s up?”

She sighed. “It’s so much to tell but I’ll keep it as short as possible. JT
stole a song from me and I need to prove that I wrote it. The only problem is,
I don’t have the proof anymore.”

“Oh. My. Gosh. JT stole your music? Wait, isn’t that your boyfriend?”

“Ex.