Losing It

by Zaria Garrison

  Losing It

  Zaria Garrison

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Epilogue

  Readers Group Guide Questions

  Nobody’s Son

  About the Author

  UC HIS GLORY BOOK CLUB!

  WHAT WE BELIEVE:

  Copyright Page

  This book is dedicated in loving memory to

  Michael Joseph Jackson

  August 29, 1958–June 25, 2009

  The greatest entertainer of all time

  Acknowledgments

  As always, I have to begin by thanking God, who is the head of my life and the true author of all of my books. Without Him, I not only would not be a writer; I truly would be nothing at all. I give Him all of the honor, glory, and the praise.

  To my family: thank you for your support in all that I do. Family is strength and power, and I thank God for the family He’s given me.

  Ebony Farashuu, Kelli Little, and Sandra Poole, my friends and business partners, thank you for being a part of the process from the beginning to end. Your encouragement helps me keep going even when I want to give up. Thank you for being a part of my life.

  Rhonda McKnight, author of Secrets and Lies. Thank you for reaching out to me and becoming a true friend. I appreciate all of your great advice. Most of all I appreciate the beautiful person that you are.

  Michael Hubbard, Danita Jackson, and Cor-nellius Robertson, thank you for taking the time to be my advance readers. Your feedback and comments helped make this story all that it is. I appreciate each of you.

  Last but certainly not least, I must thank my other family, the members of Soul City. If you read closely, you will see yourselves within these pages. Always remember that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I have love and respect for each and every one of you.

  Chapter One

  As she walked down the studio hallway to her dressing room, Sharmaine Cleveland felt elated. Entering the large plush room, decorated completely in pink per her request, she sat down at her dressing table and smiled at her own reflection. Although heavily made up and wearing a lace front wig for her performance, Sharmaine’s smooth brown skin glowed. She’d just filmed the most physically draining scenes of her latest movie, involving an emotional and demanding funeral. Her character’s mother passed away, and Sharmaine was required to bring back memories and grief she’d long since buried; however, she was pleased with the job she’d done.

  It was well past midnight, and she didn’t feel the least bit tired. In fact, she felt exuberant and ready for more. As she slowly wiped the thick stage makeup required for her scenes from her face, she couldn’t help but reflect on her wonderful life.

  Sharmaine’s middle-aged parents had believed they would never conceive, but Sharmaine came into the world only a few months shy of her mother’s forty-second birthday. After years of unanswered prayers, they vowed to give her life back to God. A covenant was made with Him; Sharmaine had been told that as long as she was faithful, her life would be led by His hand. Her parents took her to church on Sundays and made sure that Sharmaine had a personal relationship with God.

  Hearing a knock at her dressing room door, Sharmaine slowly turned around and called out, “Come in. It’s open.”

  “Hey, I’ve called around for the limousine, and he’ll pick us up at the rear door in a few minutes,” Keisha said as she walked into the room. Keisha Williams was Sharmaine’s manager, publicist, personal assistant, and best friend.

  “Thanks, Keisha. Have you spoken to Marshall? Was he pleased with my work today?” Sharmaine asked.

  “As usual, he was very pleased with your performance. He said he’s never directed anyone who was such a natural, and he has become a fan.”

  Sharmaine beamed. It hadn’t been easy convincing an A-list director to sign on for a Christian movie with a predominantly African American cast. Sharmaine’s previous two movies premiered at number one across the country and were fan favorites; however, even with that success, A-list directors still considered religious movies too risky. Pearls of Righteousness was Sharmaine’s third starring role in a Christian movie, and she could have had her pick of many talented directors, but she would only accept the best. With that goal in mind, she had asked Keisha to personally contact Academy Award–winning director Marshall Vitowski and invite him to lunch.

  Sharmaine had handed him the script while dining on shrimp and pasta prepared by her personal chef. He was hesitant at first, but within a few weeks, he was convinced this movie would be a major blockbuster. As usual, Sharmaine received top billing, but with Marshall Vitowski on board, she had been able to snag an Oscar-nominated co-star. Marshall’s influence persuaded former professional football player and three time Golden Globe winner Chase Vinton to sign on. They were under budget, on schedule, and she happily looked forward to a fabulous opening Christmas weekend of the following year.

  “What time am I scheduled to be on the set tomorrow?” Sharmaine asked.

  “You are not shooting any scenes tomorrow. Marshall says it’s a wrap. He still has to do some exterior shots and things with the extras.”

  “Really? We’re done already?”

  Keisha nodded her head.

  They’d been shooting on location and in the studio in Atlanta for more than six months. Sharmaine enjoyed her work so much that it seemed like only days. Feeling just a bit melancholy, she realized she would miss the entire cast and crew.

  “So what’s on my agenda for tomorrow? ” Sharmaine asked.

  “Absolutely nothing. You are not scheduled to work again until your CD tour begins at the Georgia Dome on the first of next month. You have rehearsals and sound checks a few days prior, but that’s not for a few weeks. Go home and get some rest.”

  “I’ll go home, but I won’t rest.”Sharmaine laughed. “When do I fly to New York for the interview with Tyra?”

  “That’s two weeks from Thursday to coincide with your CD release on the following Friday. Until then, you have some much needed free time.”

  “Wonderful! I can hardly wait to tell Leon and the kids that they will have me all to themselves for a few days.”

  Sharmaine put her arms into her jacket as Keisha gathered her purse and belongings from the dressing room. Feeling content, Sharmaine followed closely behind Keisha as they navigated the studio hallway. After several moments, they finally arrived outside, where a limousine awaited to take them home.

  Although she had several houses around the country, including a condo in Los Angeles, a beach house in Florida and an estate in Encino, California, her house in Atlanta’s Buckhead neighborhood was the one Sharmaine referred to when she said the word “home.” With seven bedrooms and six and one half baths, it was modest when compared to other mansions in the area. But she and her husband, Leon, had fallen in love with the spacious estate the moment they saw it. Sharmaine had been pregnant with their oldest daughter, Camille,
at the time, and felt it was the perfect place to build their family. She had traveled all over the United States and internationally to many countries, but she was always grateful when the time arrived to return home.

  After a peaceful hour drive, the limousine pulled into her front gate and made its way up the long circular driveway. Sharmaine said her usual prayer of thanks to God for allowing her to return to her family safe and sound.

  “It’s late, Keisha. Why don’t you spend the night here and have breakfast with us in the morning?” Sharmaine said as the driver opened the limousine door for her to exit.

  “No, this is your family time. I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

  “Oh, please, girl. You are family.”

  Keisha and Sharmaine had been best friends since the third grade. When she decided to pursue a career in music, Sharmaine possessed the talent, but she had no idea how to proceed. Keisha volunteered to be her guide, and their journey began toward a successful career. Sharmaine was thankful that she had never considered hiring anyone else for the job.

  Keisha had expertly guided Sharmaine’s career while also being there for every major life-changing event. She was maid of honor at Sharmaine and Leon’s wedding. She’d been in the delivery room for the birth of all three of Sharmaine’s children, and held her hand and consoled her as she buried first her mother then her father. Sharmaine honestly did not know what she would do without Keisha by her side.

  “You know what I mean. This is your time, Sharmaine. Enjoy it. You’ll see plenty of me once the tour starts,” Keisha answered.

  “Well, if you won’t spend the night, at least promise me you’ll stop by tomorrow. I can hardly believe the warm January we are having. It’s not warm enough for swimming, but we can have a barbecue out by the pool.”

  “That sounds like fun. I’ll be here.”

  Keisha stepped out of the limo with Sharmaine and gave her a long hug. “Have a good night,” she said as she waved good-bye and then got back inside the limo.

  Sharmaine casually walked into her foyer, laying her purse and other belongings by the doorway for the maid to put away. She looked over at the clock and realized it was almost two A.M.As her family slept peacefully upstairs, Sharmaine decided against climbing the stairs and possibly disturbing them; instead, she went into her expansive office.

  As she entered, she always stared in awe at the numerous awards and accolades that hung on the walls and sat on the shelves. It had been Leon’s idea to decorate the office with her memorabilia, and each time she entered the room, she felt thankful and deeply humbled by her success.

  As the only gospel recording artist to write and star in three major motion pictures, Sharmaine’s face had graced the cover of every prominent magazine in the country. Her recordings, although fully religious, received airplay on most secular stations. This caused her hits to continually hold a spot in the nation’s top five songs. Sharmaine had released eight solo albums, and each of them had gone platinum within the first week. In the last three years, every one of her new singles premiered at number one on Billboard magazine’s top 100 charts. Sharmaine took pride in the fact that she’d accomplished all of that without ever compromising her Christian values or changing her religious lyrics. She loved Jesus, and she loved to sing his name in praise. Her latest recording, simply titled My Praise, was due for release at the beginning of February. Critics and experts were predicting the same type of sweeping success.

  Slowly, Sharmaine knelt down in front of her huge brown leather sofa and softly prayed. She thanked God for everything He’d blessed her and her family with, and praised Him for his presence in her life. When she was done she rose, went to the closet, and retrieved a leopard-print faux fur blanket and a fluffy pillow. She lay down on the sofa, curled underneath the warm fur, and gradually drifted off to sleep.

  A piercing scream awoke her early the next morning.

  “Mom, come quick! You’re on the news.”

  Groggily, she turned over and stared at her eldest daughter, Camille. “What’s the matter with you, girl? I’m always on the news.” Sharmaine rolled over and stretched.

  “No, this is different. Come quick. You have to hear what they are saying,” Camille answered. She rushed from the room and screamed upstairs for her father.

  Sharmaine rose from the couch and casually strolled into the family room. Her seventeen-year-old daughter, Camille, was known for being overly dramatic, so Sharmaine was expecting to see a news report regarding her upcoming CD release, or the filming of her movie. As the reporter spoke, though, Sharmaine’s mouth fell open as she stared, stunned, at the screen.

  “Early this morning video tapes began arriving at news stations throughout the city, as well as popping up all over the Internet. We will attempt to show small clips on air; however, please be reminded these tapes are explicit in nature, and parental discretion is advised.”

  Sharmaine watched as her face appeared on the screen. At least she thought it looked like her face. The woman was the same dark caramel color, with big, round brown eyes. She had a crooked nose just like Sharmaine’s nose, which was the result of a biking accident as a child. Her lips were full and thick; again, just like Sharmaine’s. The woman’s hair was cut short in a classic pixie style that just barely covered her small ears. It was identical to Sharmaine’s jet black hair with light brown highlights. Staring at the screen, Sharmaine realized the resemblance was uncanny; however, the things the woman was doing made Sharmaine sure that this woman was not her.

  “Turn it off. Turn it off right now,” she ordered. “You know we don’t watch that type of thing in this house.”

  “But, Mom, the news reporter says that woman is you,” Camille answered before pressing the off button on the remote.

  “That’s ridiculous. She may look like me, but she definitely is not me,” she said as she noticed Leon joining them in the room. She greeted him with a hug and a kiss.

  “What’s going on down here? Camille, what’s this big news story you wanted me to see?”

  “Mom made me turn it off.” Camille sulked.

  “It wasn’t me anyway. It was a woman who looks like me. Camille, forget about the television. Go call your brother and sister down for breakfast,” Sharmaine replied.

  Half-heartedly, Camille stood up and trotted up the stairs. As soon as she was gone, Sharmaine turned to her husband.

  “Leon, you won’t believe what I just saw. I’ve got to get Keisha on the phone immediately. We have to do something about this,” she said, rushing back to her office to retrieve her BlackBerry.

  “Honey, wait. What did you see?” Leon asked, following closely behind her.

  Once inside her office, she closed the door so that the children coming down the stairs would not overhear. Sharmaine and Leon were the parents of three children: Camille who was seventeen; Jeanna, who’d just turned fourteen; and ten-year-old Rodney.

  “There’s some sort of tape circulating the news stations and the Internet. They say the woman on the tape is me. It’s crazy,” she said. She grabbed her BlackBerry and frantically dialed Keisha’s number.

  “I’ve already seen it. I’m on my way over,” Keisha replied as soon as she picked up her phone.

  “What is going on? Who is that woman?” Sharmaine asked.

  “I don’t know any details yet, but several news stations have called me for a comment.”

  “What did you tell them?” Sharmaine paced back and forth with the phone.

  “Nothing. I told them no comment. Calm down. I’m in the car, and I will be at your place in less than five minutes. Don’t worry. I will handle this.”

  “Okay, just please hurry.” Sharmaine hung up the phone, and then suddenly remembered her husband was still in the room.

  “What’s going on? What kind of tape is it?” he asked.

  “The woman on the tape, she was naked, in bed with a man, and ... and she’s ... and they ... Oh, I can’t even say it. Leon, it was unbelievable.”

  �
��Are you telling me it’s a sex tape?” His eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened.

  Sharmaine slowly nodded.

  Leon sat down on the sofa and shook his head. “I don’t believe this. What did the woman look like?”

  “Me. I told you. She looked exactly like me.”

  Sharmaine continued pacing back and forth, wringing her hands.

  “I can’t believe they actually showed that on the morning news.”

  “They tried to strategically block things out, but it was obvious what they were doing.”

  Leon looked over at a distraught Sharmaine still pacing back and forth. “Come sit with me. I’m going to see if I can find it and see this for myself.” He picked up the remote to her office TV.

  “No, I can’t stand to see it again,” she answered.

  Just then, Keisha arrived and rushed breathlessly into the office. “My phone has been ringing off the hook all morning,” she said. “The whole city of Atlanta is talking about this sex tape, and it’s rapidly going nationwide.”

  Moving her short, petite frame quickly across the room, Keisha took a seat in front of Sharmaine and Leon and opened her laptop.

  “Tell me the details, Keisha. I didn’t see the news report,” Leon said.

  “There is a sex tape with a woman and a man having sex. The woman has been identified as Sharmaine. There’s no word on the identity of the man. So far this morning, there have been over five thousand views of the clips online, and it’s been featured on every news network,” she answered.

  Leon sighed. “Can’t you do something to get it pulled from the Internet?”

  “I could try, but it would probably pop right back up again in a couple of hours. People download and save those types of things. There’s no way to get all of them,” Keisha answered.

  “So what’s your plan of action?” Sharmaine asked.

  “I guess our best course of action is to deny. No one can prove that it’s you, so we’ll just deny it. I mean, it’s not you, is it?” Keisha looked up from her laptop at Sharmaine.