My Drama Can Be Bought

Dear Journal: I just had to tell someone and you're the only one... Take a look at this, my author Ey Wade has made it possible to buy my story directly from her!! I'm so excited because as an author/entrepreneur, it means she will get 90% of the profit. Of course, if you prefer you could also buy from the traditional places.

"D.N.A.- Nothing Would Ever Be The Same" by Ey Wade on Ganxy

When Your Life is a Flippin' Soap Opera...

Sometimes you need a talk show.

I just had to write this...
 At times, my author Ey Wade puts me in situations that would make an adult flip out. For example, the nerve wrecking, potentially humiliating time she put me on the Not the Daddy TV show. I wanted to kill and then pull all my hair out. If you think it wasn't stressful, just look at the following scene:



Pushing the baby in the ridiculously expensive travel system Debney was glad she had allowed Nadine to talk her into the purchase. There was no way she would have been able to walk the long route to the green room lugging the heavy carrier and all of the paraphernalia in her hands. The baby looked safe and happy and it gave her something to concentrate on other than the enormous butterflies fighting to get out of her stomach. She was so nervous and very irritated at the fact she had to be there.
 .
Following the assistant's gestures she entered the small room. It consisted of a couch, stained carpet, an armchair and a table holding a variety of snacks and iced beverages. Nervous and definitely feeling parched she immediately crossed the room and chose a cold drink.

"Okay Ms. Armstrong just feel free to have a snack and make sure you sit on the right side of the couch and try to face that light." He pointed to a red bulb stationed above a small TV screen. "Every time it turns green it means they are panning to your face. You won't have to say anything and nothing you say back here can be heard out there." He looked at his watch. "I need to go. FJ will come and speak to you in a few minutes and just before its time for you to go on stage our staff Amber will come in so she can sit with the baby."

 "That won't be necessary I'll keep him with me."

 "Sorry, it doesn't work like that."

 Startled Debney turned to the sound of the voice coming from the entrance to the room. It was Floyd Joy James. He stepped in hands stretched in welcome and she moved away to stand closer to her baby. She had seen his show many times in the past few days and he was ruthless. The premise of his You're Not the Daddy's show was to tear down the esteem and reputation of the girls brought into the arena. The guys were brought on first, interviewed as the victims, praised for trying to be responsible and then the girls came on and shot themselves in the foot. Usually they were the satirical ghetto girls. Didn't matter what their ethnicity was because they all came on screen loud, vulgar and defensive. But who could blame them? The negative portrayal of them, the disrespect from what most of the girls believed to be the love of their lives, fueled on by the jeers of the audience would light the flame of any woman. And to make it worse, you could tell F.J. was getting a kick out of the drama because every time the camera panned on him he was smiling and sweating. Looking like a pervert getting his rocks off at the expense of ignorant teenagers. Debney had already slotted him in her mind as a woman hating pervert and she refused to shake his hand. Holding the cool can tighter she studied his face. He didn't look like the cruel uncaring person she had seen daily on her TV screen. Here his hair was soft and curly and his face was kind and encouraging. He smiled slightly and spoke softly.

 "Don't be nervous Debbie. Everything will be alright. We don't allow the children on stage because sometimes things get really emotional and we like to keep the babies out of harms way. You understand, right?" He put his hand on his chest across where his heart was supposed to be. "Do you mind if I take a peek?"

"No go," she paused to clear her throat. "Go ahead. Just try not to wake him."

F.J. Pushed back the canopies covering the baby and smiled what seemed more of a genuine smile than she had ever seen on him. But of course small infants and baby animals always made people smile. "Beautiful and his name is Baroque? Did you name him after the time period in history or is it pronounced differently?" He asked with a smirk.
. "Time period and please don't call me Debbie." She refused to elaborate. F.J. was her enemy and as sure as day she wasn't handing out any weapons to be used against her. She had seen the shocked faces of some of the girls from the show. They had obviously spilled their guts to him at what was obviously a staged impromptu visit and once in front of the camera he used their words to nail their coffins. Idiot was nowhere in her name.

After a few more pleasantries and instructions FJ and his assistant left the room. Debney sat down as soon as the door snapped shut. FJ was good, but she hadn't watched his show just to be a voyeur in the lives of others, she had watched to make sure she wasn't dragged into any traps or fell into any molds. Her goal was to remain a lady and keep her cool. And she had dressed the part. She'd gone out, purchased a just below knee, flowing ivory dress because she didn't want it to slide too high when she sat. She also wore a matching lace cardigan with pearl buttons. She'd taken time putting on her makes up and wore her hair loose with a hint of curls. She intended to be the opposite of everyone ever on the show. Sitting in the green room on the designated spot it was obvious whenever the camera was pointed in her direction because the light would flash a bright green just before the monitor would switch on. After her first startle of the process she relaxed and sipped on her drink. Eventually she had to mask her annoyance at the constant flash on flash off when she realized it was a ploy to fuel irritation.

 After getting up and being able to walk the room in ten easy steps she deduced everything was designed to cause anger. The room was claustrophobic, the piped in music was mind numbing and if the baby had been crying, as she had seen some of the girls babies doing, She would go crazy. After five minutes the piped in music was replaced with the dialogue from the stage. It took everything in her to ignore the lies and bank down her anger.

If it weren't for the calm voice of Giante' which was periodically being allowed to break through the shouts of the others; she would have grabbed the stroller and gone the hell home. At the moment when she made up her mind to do just that the door opened and an Amazon of a woman walked in. She tipped to the stroller peeked at the sleeping baby and whispered, 

 "Hi, I'm Amber." She held out the badge swinging from a chain around her neck and bearing the stations emblem. "I'll sit with the baby. I promise I won't touch him. You follow him." She pointed at the assistant standing outside the door. "I promise the baby will be safe until your return."

"Okay Amber. You're his first babysitter and I'm putting my trust in you."

 Debney followed  the assistant through the maze of hallways to the small sitting area, stood to be connected to a wireless mic and then was left for a moment to await the cue for her to go on. "Oh and Debney just a small reminder, don't call him anything but ‘FJ' because he hates being called Floyd." The assistant returned to whisper in her ear.

"I remember  reading that in the paperwork and rules mailed to me."

 "Great so, alls set and you should be called in a couple of minutes. I'll go take care of a few things."

He  moved away to talk to a stage hand and she stood quietly to wait for her cue. Debney stood at the entrance to the stage and listened to the voices of her former male classmates. The outrageous berating lies they were spewing whipped the audience into a frenzy of hate towards her. She was so angry it took all within her to keep from storming up the steps and slap them all.

 ****** ******


"Okay, please welcome Debney Nichole Armstrong to the show."

The audience's boos, ridicules, and catcalls were so loud Debney didn't hear F.J. James announce her. Nervous and a little reluctant to move she almost stumbled up the steps when the assistant prodded her to go forward. Hurrying up the small ramp to the stage she faltered at the rush of angry cruel energy in the studio. The smothering urge to turn and run caused bile to rise in her throat and she thought she would pass out. The wave of F.Js hand in front of her face the distraction she needed to bring her back to reality.

As she walked down the remaining steps and in front of the panel on the stage she reminded herself that if it weren't for the future of the baby she swore she would just turn around and walk out of the room. She had very little urge to expose her life in front of a group people who didn't know her from the proverbial Eve and had already made up their minds to condemn her as a free flying teenage whore. Taking in and releasing a deep breath she focused her attention on the widely smiling host of the show.
. "Hi Debney" he pointed to the only vacant out of the five chairs beside his stationed on the stage. "Here have a seat. Mind if I call you Debbie or should I call you by the name the kids call you in school? What was that?"

"DNA." Three of the guys shouted.

 Giante' moved his chair just a bit to distance himself from the others and lowered his gaze before looking away from her. Sitting down Debney forced a smile to her face before answering F.J. James. Obviously the gloves were off. The smile on his face was brittle and dangerous. Nothing like the gushing smiling man she'd met earlier in the green room. The glint in his eyes just before he transferred his gaze from her to the audience promised to draw blood.
 "You can call me whatever you want, Floyd after today I'll never see any of you again." Some of the audience members laughed while others snickered and called her names.

 "DNA, it sounds good. Kinda fits with the theme of the show right? We're here to find out if you're the daddy or you're the daddy, or you're..."

"We know the drill." Debney interrupted the shows ritual chant. "Let's just get this farce over with."

F.J. chuckled. "No Ma'me it doesn't work like that. I've gotten their side of the story now I need to get yours. So tell us the reason you, an eighteen year old, have the choice of four guys as your two week old child's father."

He pointed to the image of the sleeping baby being flashed on the largest of the three plasma screens televisions surrounding him and of course the audience ahed in unison at the adorable sweetness of the child. At two weeks old and eight pounds Baroque dressed in a soft baby blue lamb's wool sleeper was the epitome of a cherub. Chubby cheeks, beautiful head of thick curly dark hair, tiny pursed lips. His fat little fingers trying in vain to gain entrance to his mouth made her want to go to the greenroom pick him up and then run from the studio to protect him from the eyes of the entire gossip mongering world. What she really wanted to do was slap the hell out of every male on the stage. She turned from the screen to look at each boy one by one. All but Giante' were laughing in wide mouth mirth. Just glad to be on TV and not caring one iota what the outcome of the show would mean to the rest of their lives. They were ignorantly happy to get there few minutes of fame.

 "Let's get something straight right now. I'm not her to be treated like an idiot of a girl. I'm not going to waste my time trying to dispute what those numb nut idiots over there were saying. If they were as good as they were proclaiming a minute ago I would remember the night I am supposed to have slept with them."


The audience erupted into curses and laughter, this reaction causing the boys to shout louder berating of her in defense of their manhood and pride.

"Then why are you here?" F.J. leaned forward in his chair. Feet spread apart, long arms swinging between his legs and intertwined fingers mere inches from the floor. His obviously practiced gaze giving the audience the impression he was an attentive and caring person.

"I'm here for my baby. I want him to at least know who his father is. I don't want him to grow up as I did, loving a man as my father only to find out at his death that he couldn't possibly be my dad. Neither of those guys is someone I would choose as my baby's father. Well maybe one." She amended at the quick lift and turn of Giante's head in her direction.

 "So what are you trying to say? These guys forced themselves on you? That would be a serious allegation and would require me to call the police." The panel and the audience, a majority of men, erupted into angry, denial. "No, DNA I kinda have to stand behind the people. It can be true. A lot of women know they want it and then cry rape afterwards."

 Debney pushed her hair away from her face and sat up straighter. "Is that what I said Floyd Joy or are you twisting my words around? You asked about me choosing them as a father for my son and I said I wouldn't choose either of them. I didn't deny the possibility of having had sex with them, or being pregnant by them, nor did I claim rape. I just said I wouldn't choose them."

The audience laughed and concurred. F.J.'s eyes squinted in anger. Not only had he been corrected by a kid, but he had been called by his hated name. Choosing to accept the rebuke gracefully, he chuckled softly.
 "That's true. Forgive me for my mistake." "Not a problem. I'm sure none were made." Debney smiled sweetly, relaxed in her chair and rested her folded hands in her lap. If there was anything she learned from her mother it was how play the battle of words and to win an argument with dignity and poise.

 "Touché Debney." F.J. conceded. He had no wish to lose a battle to a child looking like an angel, especially not in front of a captive audience. "Let's just hear your side of the story and announce the results of the DNA test, but first lets go to commercial."

 GRAB PINS AND EXCERPTS 


THESE NOVELS ARE AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE:
Kindle, Smashwords , Sony or KoboScribed
Nook and iTunes



Before you leave, please take some time to do this…

Write down a couple of quick notes to let me know in



  • what ways did this post or blog hold or lose your attention?
  • Is there a way I can enhance it visually?
  • Did you find any interest in the featured book?
  • What social network would be best for you to share this information?

  • I'd love it if you told me your answers in the comments below so I can know how to serve my readers.
    Would you like to read a sample of my writings in other genres? Download a free copy of, " WHEN ONE DOOR CLOSES" At Smashwords HERE Put in code: MP63V

    0 comments:

    deep love


    In the spirit of Juno by Diablo Cody-


    D.N.A. is the story of a teen surviving through the

    questionable death of her highly dysfunctional family,

    bullying from peers,and an unplanned pregnancy.


    D.N.A. pulls no punches at being

    an NA drama filled with

    angst, heartbreak, suspense and deep

    love.

    My Life on the Brink

    D.N.A. is a truly poignant story that will have you shedding a tear and cheering for joy. DJ Weaver | 2 reviewers made a similar statement
    This book is intended for Young Adults but it is a great read for anyone. Debra Johnson | 3 reviewers made a similar statement
    Full of extraordinary events, DNA will keep you turning pages until the very end. Carolyn Chambers Clark | 2 reviewers made a similar statement

    Change Font (Tahoma 10 ~ok)

    Get Your Print Copy

    Get Your Print Copy
    Print Copy

    Grab Pins

    Grab Pins
    Word to word.

    Request Review Copy


    FREE: If you’d like to request a review copy of a book, please contact Ey Wade imtheauthor@gmail.com

    Please put 'request for review copy' in subject line.

    We love working with bloggers and other reviewers!

    You can see all of our new books (including previews) through the links on our Web site,

    Wade-In Publishing.com. You can also grab pins @itsmeeywade on Pinterest.com


    a review from ARC

    In the wake of adversity Debney is put through the wringer, something that at her age should never happen.

    But in this case it did and author Ey Wade did an excellent job with the plot and the emotional aspect.

    I mentioned a dysfunctional family earlier, but the nice thing about this story is you don't realize the severity until the story unfolds. From every corner of her life Debney is challenged, and to see how she handles it...well you need to pick up this novel and if you know a teenager, place one in their hands for required reading.

    Ms. Wade rolls out this story beautifully with impeccable timing. I was so engrossed and totally shocked at Debney's mother...the real reason I believe this book is called D.N.A.
    A highly recommended read!


    Locksie

    ARC Book Club Inc.

    Book Trailers

    Book Trailers
    See a Varitey of The Videos

    Wade-In Publishing

    Wade-In Publishing
    Author's web Page

    Followers

    Follow by Email


    x

    Get Our Latest Posts Via Email - It's Free

    Enter your email address:

    Delivered by FeedBurner