Sing 2 Porsha Novels & Stories

and I could confuse myself for an escort. "Beautiful but could you restyle his hair so he looks wild yet dignified like Jason Momoa. Make it curly." She demanded as the hair stylish nodded with joy and got to work on my hair. "What exactly am I doing?" I asked again as she sighed. "Porsha remind me to get Sora an assistant because I can't be doing everything." She said as Porsha, her black American assistant with a very attractive figure raised a thumb and continued with the set. "Well you are going to be advertising a perfume that recently came out in the market. It's meant to be popular with men especially those who are trying to impress a lady." She explained as she brushed off invisible

That isn't the kind of beat she wanted. She rose her hand up and gave them the stop signal with a yell, “Stop! You are doing a bad job, I can do without it.“ Again, she ended up leaving everyone confused. More confused as a matter of fact. Their confusion was something they wouldn't be able to recover from. Kira was going to sing. She had a fairly good voice and although there was no beat, she was sure they would be entertained by her voice. She decided to sing one of her best songs produced in the nineties titled PROUD MARY by Ike and Tiana Turner. It fit everyone here watching.

Sameer didn’t let her finish before he started clapping and not before long the palette was filled with cheering and clapping. “You know I can’t sing.” Tiana protested weakly, feeling the gnawing pains from the wicked army of ants chewing her guts furiously. “Don’t mind her people.” Emmaline replied waving off her protests,“She sings like Simi and Tiwa Savage and she releases albums daily in the bathroom.” “I don’t!” “Come’n big sist…you know Kathy Perry and Aurora begs to feature you, now hop hop hop to the stage.” She finished yanking Tiana up.“And you too, Rico!”

Joanna answered quickly. “I hope he’s cute. You put a lot of effort dressing for him today,” Paula said. “He is,” Joanna said with a smirk. They fell silent again working with fabric, pins, and mannequins. Then a new song started to play. “Oh, this is the jam,” Keyonna said happily. “Y’all will love this.” The beat sounded catchy and the singing was good. “What’s this called?” a girl asked. Joanna didn’t know her name. “Poison, by Bell Biv Devoe,” Keyonna answered as she moved to the middle of the floor. She started lightly dancing.

she shouted over the thumping bass. Anita raised her glass and clinked it against Tina’s and Valerie’s. “Long live my reign,” she said, her voice coated in boldness, before tipping the drink back. The liquid was cold, sharp, and exhilarating. The music changed—something fast, flirty, and alive. Tina whooped and dragged her toward the center of the floor. Anita laughed as she followed, her feet moving instinctively. Her hips rolled in rhythm, drawing looks from passing men, the slit of her dress teasing every step.

uneasy expression on her face but didn't say a word. ‎“Aren't you going to say something?" I asked with a raised brow, my eyes curiously monitoring her face. ‎She just lets out a small sigh and said, “I have nothing to say Porsha.” ‎ ‎Like I wasn't already angry enough, her little statement felt like fuel to my fire of anger. ‎“Wow! how convenient!” I said with a gigantic frown, clapping my hands in sarcasm as I took a seat on my bed. “A couple of hours ago you were singing his praises and now just because you realized I was right, you are suddenly speechless.”

(Sí), bonita (sí) Mi casa, su casa (Shakira, Shakira) Oh, baby, when you talk like that You make a woman go mad So be wise (sí) and keep on (sí) Reading the signs of my body (uno, dos, tres, cuatro) I'm on tonight You know my hips don't lie (no fighting) And I'm starting to feel it's right All the attraction, the tension Don't you see, baby, this is perfection? Hey, girl, I can see your body moving And it's driving me crazy And I didn't have the slightest idea Until I saw you dancing (yeah)......... Stephanie breaks her hips to the rhythm of the song, making the crowd cheer loud for her. Finally, she was done with work, when she got off stage she saw her brother. " HI Spencer, what's up?" sh

I had always hired the best in every proffessions and I had always made sure to treat them well as long as they do their jobs, so I have rarely been dissapointed. I pulsed my lips as the screen on the back began playing a video of Merina’s sister, Sofia singing the song “Pain” on stage, then they zoomed in and it turned out she was lips Syncing! Everyone was shocked to see this. They had always prided her as one of the most talented ones with voice and songwriting skills but their so-called goddess was lips Syncing on the stage and in front of thousands of people! Then as if he didn’t want them to rest, another video was shown, though blurry but it could be seen that it was a lady singing th

Shayla leans over and hits Josh, who cackles. “Will you shut up! I’m more concerned about the fact that you both know so much about the power puff girls.” Shayla points out, and I grin at her while she pins me with a pointed look. “Who’s got the power?!” I sing. “We got the power!” Josh sings back, and Shayla couldn’t hold in her laughter anymore. “Ohh yeah!” We both shout together, singing the theme song. Shayla shakes her head, rolling her eyes while grinning.

she asked, her voice still trembling with mirth. Bebe brought her phone down and gave Porsha a thumbs up, a grin spreading across her face. Porsha ran her hands over her hair to smooth it down, preening under the praise. Chelsea looked at the three of them, his confusion and anger giving way to bewilderment. "I don't understand," he said, his voice laced with frustration. Porsha's laughter died down, and she gave Chelsea a patronizing smile. "Awwn, lemme break it down for you, sweetie," she said, her voice dripping with condescension.