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

The "You're Not The Daddy" Talk Show -Pt.1 #talkshows #NA #dna

I just had to tell someone and you're the only one...
So, if you missed the conversation the other day between me and Nadine about my invitation to that stupid talk show, You're Not the Daddy," , it went like this...


"Debney what are you going to do?"
 
"I dunno. What I would like to do is go to Giante’s house and kill him. I should have known he was up to something after I received the letter of parental acknowledgment in the mail. I just figured after I called him over and chewed him out he backed off. He didn’t broach the subject again and when I refused to let his mom in to gawk at Baroque I figured they had given up. He refuses to accept anything I tell him. Who the hell does he think he is to call that scab ripping TV show? I'm not going on there."

"It's just a stupid TV show. What do you have to lose, the respect of your peers?" Nadine chuckled. "I think you did a pretty good job of shooting your virginity to hell. You can't lose the respect of anyone. At school you have the title that ho Maryjo used to have."

After a little more conversation, I decided I could be tough enough to go and that stupid talk show and prove something to myself. Forget the rest of those preschool minded morons. I was going to make this a reality show that would make real life look like a kid's game.

Here's a peek:


 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  nervous and extremely 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 sit here, relaxed, 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 would be 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, depraved, idiot, 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 harm’s 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 just 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, but before I leave I’ll just take a quick picture.” She pulled her cell from the pocket of her dress. “Just a quick snap for his memory book and plus if I come back and he’s gone, I’ll know who to come after. Just call me paranoid."

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 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."

"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.


With eyes shut and frequent drags of deep breaths, 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 and mockery towards her.  She was so angry it took all within her to keep from storming up the steps and slapping them all.



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    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

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    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!


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