1. Nothing Like My Namesake

Harmony's P.O.V.

July, 1999

"We've got Diamond Cuts in the house!! Harmony, Serenity, Kayla and Ashley, bring y'all fine asses out, girls!" The club promoter announces us, and then all four of us take no time making our way up on the stage for this mini performance we are about to do just now.

Appearing in the exact order we always do.

Kayla goes first, because she usually sings the first verse.

Then there's Ashley who sings the hook and then the bridge also, right along with Kay.

Then there's Serenity who usually does the second verse.

And then I come on rapping the third.

That's our formula, our signature style if you will.

Tonight though, it's not really all that much about performing as it is about us all just having fun. Cause we deserve it!! We sure all hell do, every single one of us having had worked hard as we all did for us to finally reach success.

I mean... there were days where not a single person even knew who we were.

But now we are considered the next big thing, the new IT girls, and dang!! That shit does feel good as I don't even know what.

All I do know is that we deserve it, and I will bask in it, reaping the benefits of it all, money, recognition and fame, for as long as it lasts, y'all!!

Only a few minutes later after the Diamond Cut's performance...

The strobe lights flashing in the club being extremely amplified by the weed and the alcohol in my system, as well as one of those pills I have popped with my girls earlier, I'm starting to really get in the zone like I always do when partying. Sucking lightly on the lollipop clenched comfortably in between my pouty lips, I savor the strawberry flavor of it, the vibration of the beat going through my whole being. The buzz I'm currently feeling beginning to course through my veins more and more as I move my body to the beat of the song currently playing, rolling my hips into the crotch of whichever random ass dude I'm dancing with. And I'm like about 90% certain that he's told me his name before too, but I didn't bother to remember it cause who cares.

All I know is that the guy's cute though, he's got one of them pretty boy faces.

And that's exactly what your girl likes. I'm a sucker for a pretty nigga, it is what it is.

His hard-on being pretty obvious through the fabric of his baggy jeans and my very thin panties, my dress riding up like crazy, and I bite my lip in anticipation.

X always does this to me, I swear. Weed too. I just get so horny, and...

"You like that shit, baby?" The random dude whose name I don't know and don't care to know asks me in my ear, his warm breath tickling the extra sensitive skin there. I giggle a little bit as it doesn't escape me how he's trying to sound all arrogant about it, like he's really doing something right now.

Taking the lollipop out of my mouth and licking the lingering sticky sweetness of the candy off from my lips, I grind harder into the nameless guy, feeling him stiffens briefly against me, presumably in shock, cause most men, they apparently can't take for somebody that looks like me to be quite so bold.

I guess they've never heard that one expression.

Looks can be deceiving.

Oh, and then also? Dumb as it sounds, most people usually DO get fooled by my name as well as my appearance, thinking it means I'm supposed to bring peace to the world, when it's literally exactly the opposite.

Like, I'm nothing like my namesake. Ain't even one thing harmonic about me. I mean... it could've been at some point. But it sure as shit isn't now.

"Nigga please. You ain't shit, but I'm horny and wanna fuck so your groupie ass would do. Your dick will most likely be trash though, and I won't even bother to fake it, but hey. You will still get an A for effort, I guess," turning my head slightly in mr-what's-his-name direction, I say sweetly to him, making doe eyes at him and knowing damn well that he won't even be offended by what I've just daid to him. Simply because he likely didn't even take what I've  just said to him seriously.

They never do. Not at first anyways.

One thing I've learned pretty early on about men is that they are all shallow as hell, stupid and are only able to think with their second head that's downstairs. Therefore easy to fool.

Once a dude lays his eyes on a bitch that looks like me, a girl with a real gorgeous and innocent looking face, they think everything I say is cute and harmless. It never occurs to them that when I diss them, I'm actually being dead ass serious.

And now that I think about it, it's not just men. It's people in general.

Like, for some reason, when I'm being foul, I'm not initially taken seriously at first. Until you get to better know me that is and realize that I was actually being deadass this whole time. Like, when I dissed you, I've actually meant that, I wasn't just playing.

And honestly?

I used to get real annoyed by that, people not taking me seriously that is, but now?

I've learned to take my presumed innocence for what it's worth and use it fully to my advantage.

"You so pretty, girl. Wanna get out of here?" Random dude asks me, then frowns, a fake regretful expression quickly appearing on his face that men always make when they are being insincere as fuck, "I mean, it's okay if you don't. Ain't want you to think that I'm just tryna take advantage of you or that I'm only into you cause you are Harmony from Diamond Cuts. You's my favorite of all of them though, you the baddest bitch in that group baby, for real, and.."

Turning my head towards him once more, I roll my eyes at him, hoping to give him a hint that I'm not interested in hearing all that rambling shit.

Groupie dude doesn't take the hint though.

He keeps right on talking. Doing a totally shitty job of trying to reassure a bitch.

That's if... I even needed that reassurance shit that is.

"Ugh nigga, just shut up! Don't nobody cares to hear this weak ass game you tryna lay on me. I just wanna fuck. Plain and simple..."

Waking up the next morning, the very first thing I'm acutely aware of is the absolute HORRID migrane I'm currently experiencing, as well as this weakness and a sluggish sensation spreading all through my bones.

The unfamiliar surroundings of what appears to be some hotel room being the second thing...

Like, this clearly isn't the penthouse me and the girls normally stay at while we are here in LA recording.

I mean, it still looks nice, just... not exactly familiar, you know?

Oh, and there's also some unknown guy laying in bed next to me, snoring loudly. Obviously I must've hooked up with whoever that is last night, then fell asleep before I could actually take myself out of the situation.

Or kick HIM out of the situation to be more specific.

Whatever...

"Hey, you gotta wake up," smiling sweetly, I let my long acrylic fingernails trail up the warm skin of the random dude's bicep.

Hearing him sleepily groan a lazy sounding, "Huh?", I allow for a small frown to settle upon my face, my perfectly shaped eyebrows knotting together.

"Ugh, my guy? You really do need to wake up. As well as get your ass outta here, nigga," I state rather harshly to the random dude, shaking his shoulder with much more force now, my perfectly manicured nails digging into his skin and leabing dent marks all over it.

"Fuck baby, what is it?!" The what-even-is-his-name slurs, rolling over onto his stomach. "Just let me sleep, okay girl?"

Oh, it's like that, huh?

Smiling sweetly to myself, I crawl out of the bed, buck ass naked and looking around my surroundings.

My headache still pretty much prevalent, pulsing loudly inside my temples, my long and extremely thick jet black hair is cascading does my back, framing my face and somewhat covering my boobs too. Picking up a fluffy pink hotel robe that I spot laid out on one of the sofas in the room, I lazily shrug into it tightening the belt about my waist and crossing my arms over my breasts as I stand pondering my next move for a few seconds, when an idea occurs to me, and I smile, a shirt quiet laugh falling from my lips as my eyes narrow.

Marching towards where the mini bar is, I grab a plain tall glass, filling it to the brink with ice cubes, then march right back towards the random guy, not even hesitating for a second to pull the extremely comfortable looking covers off of him and throwing the ice directly over him, making sure that it would hit him in his face especially.

The guy yelps and jumps out of the bed and onto his feet real quick, one of his large palms attempting to instinctively cover his privates as though I haven't seen that dick last night while it was in me.

Can't say I remember it though.

Meh. Sex must've been whack as hell if I can't even recall any details.

Oh well.

More reasons for him to go.

"Fuck is wrong with you?!" The unknown man yells, a frantic and angry expression on his face, his booming voice shattering the fragile sense of peace I'm attempting to create for myself right now, so I roll my eyes once more.

Putting the now empty glass back on the nightstand near the bed, I cross my arms over my boobs once more, one of my feet tapping impatiently against the floor as I look up at the nameless guy.

"Like I said, nigga. You time is up and you gotta get out of here," I calmly state, my eyes scanning the room and landing on a pile of his and mine clothing discarded somewhere on the floor. Well, all of his clothes are on the floor actually. Mine are folded rather neatly at the edge of the bed.

"You... You can't be fucking serious. What time is it right now, the fuck?!" Random dude from last night asks me, he rubs his eyes with the fist of one of his hands. "Fuck is... wrong with you, what kind of bitch does shit like this?!"

"A busy one, nigga. I don't got time to entertain groupies and jump offs. Last night was fun or whatever. Now leave."

Gathering the guy's clothes in my hands, I walk up to him, shoving them gently into his hands, secretly loving the perplexed look on his face once I start pushing him towards the door.

"Naw wait, hold up," he is trying to mumble incoherently to me, the shock of what's currently happening probably robbing him of an ability to realize that he's actually way stronger than me physically and allowing me to pretty much toss him out once I swing open the hotel room door, flipping my long hair off of one of my shoulders.

Standing in the doorway with that same perplexed look on his face, the naked man awkwardly hugs his own clothes to his chest instead of putting them on.

"Bye, baby," I blow him a kiss and attempt to shut the door in his face, but I'm guessing this is where it all finally clicks for him, because all of a sudden, he shoveshis foot into the wedge of the door, preventing me from fully closing it.

A look of pure unfiltered anger flashing across his face.

"I swear for a pretty girl that you is, you acting just like a nigga right now," the guy scoffs, causing me to giggle.

"And you are acting like a bitch, so I guess we are even. Now move!" Smiling sweetly at him, I shove the random guy in his chest, finally managing to shut and lock the door behind him.

Hearing him mutter all kinds of cusses aimed my way from behind it, I smile and make my way back inside the hotel room, searching for my phone.

Finally locating it, I flip the small pink device over, seeing various missed calls and a couple of text messages from my girls. Apparently, Serenity, Kayla and Ashley were all trying desperately to locate me last night, me having had bounced on them like I often do in order to be able to be doing mgbwon thing.

And it's so fucked up, but like... it's just me, okay?

And they should all be used to it by now.

Anyways...

Tossing the phone aside, I quickly make my way towards the hotel room's bathroom suit, discarding my bathrobe and throwing it on the floor.

Leaning against the sink, I pick up the venue provided tooth brush and break it away from it's plastic seal, squirting some toothpaste on it and brushing my teeth.

Then afterwards, I make you way into the shower stall, lathering myself up with a sweet smelling body wash and allowing for some extremely hot water to hit against my still very sensitive skin, and the whole process honestly feels like heaven to me.

Simply because I absolutely LOVE pampering myself, okay?!

Having had shampood and deep conditioned my hair, I wrap myself up into a fluffy hotel-provided bath robe while I settle in front of the TV, pressing a random button on the remote control, while massaging a coconut based leave-in conditioner into mh thick natural hair, detailing it using both my fingers and a wide-tooth comb, the while process being somewhat soothing to me. Just like it always does.

Watching an interview with that white boy Eminem play out in the screens.

Something he did with DJ Envy, where the dude asks him something about what if there was ever a female MC that was quite literally a female version of Slim Shady.

And I briefly pause, knowing damn well that I DID in fact made a pass at the white boy a few days earlier. Back when I did that freestyle on some radio station, dissing the hell out of him. Not on no truly disrespectful shit... No wait!! I lie.

Cause it most certainly was...

Still, I don't ACTUALLY have anything againt the nigga, not really.

It's just that... I'm literally taking a page out of his own book.

Because you see, Eminem has made his name dissing motherfuckers for seemingly no reason at all.

And now I'm about to diss HIM!! Already HAVE actually.

And that shit feels so good, like something about it... it's literally making my pussy wet.

Plus, I absolutely LOVE putting myself and my girls on the map. Like... before I've done this shit, publicly dissing Eminem in a freestyle I did on some radio station, I mean?

Our whole group, the Diamond Cuts, it was considered to be nothing more than some freaking POP girl group, even if we are literally anything BUT that, and I absolutely hate this for us, but then again like... it is what it is, I guess...

After I did the freestyle though, we became a whole lot more controversial, and I absolutely love this for us cause I for one was sick and tired of being forced into this good girl image I know damn well neither of us belongs with.

"A female me could actually work," Eminem's distinctive voice coming from the TV, I reach into the nightstand, pulling out one of the lollipops I absolutely have to have with me wherever I go, because habits.

Tearing the wrapper off from the candy, I settle back in the extremely comfortable hotel bed, the fluffy pink bathrobe back over my body and the bedcovers tugged around me snuggle while placing the sucker into my mouth, casually rolling my tongue over it.

"She'd have to be a slut though," DJ Envy, the one interviewing Em states with a nasty smirk plastered on his face, causing the white boy to chuckle.

"Yep, she would have to be a slut," he agrees, and I roll my eyes at the both of them, a small giggle escaping my lips as well.

Men...

Just then, my phone rings once more, and I quickly snatch it up, seeing my sister's name flash across the screen.

"Hey," I casually say, twirling the lollipop in my mouth absent-mindedly and turning down the volume on the TV in order to be able to hear her better.

"Bitch, where the hell you at?! Everybody's looking for you!!" Huffs out Serenity, and I know right away that some shit must be wrong, because my little sis hardly cusses. Ever.

"Just chilling. Girl, wassup," I ask back, taking the candy out of my mouth and looking at it, twirling the stem around with my perfectly done fingernails.

"Um, Harmony, HELLO?! We are all supposed to be down at the studio right now. For that interview for The Source magazine? The one that's supposed to be televised also? Did you forget? Like... Where the hell are you?!"

Serenity's voice becoming louder and more panicked at the other end of the phone line, I cuss at myself under my breath, because I really DID on fact forget.

"Ugh, girl no, I remember! I'm just running late is all," I quickly lie to my younger sibling and former group member. My body moving instinctively as I'm jumping out of bed and snatching up my clothes I wore to the club last night.

Ugh, not me doing the walk of shame to this interview though!!

I'd have to swing by the penthouse and change, good thing that I already took a shower and all.

"Yeah, right," scoffs Serenity, knowing me to well. "It's always something with you, Harmony. I swear," she sighs, disapproval clear all in her voice. Somehow, even though I actually AM in fact the older one, at some point this girl had started to act like the big sister, and I don't even remember when this shift has occurred to be honest. Like... one day it just simply went from me always taking care of her to her attempting to take care of me.

"Just hurry up. Xavier's looking for you," Serenity adds before hanging up.

"Ugh, fuck that stupid ass nigga," I mumble back in response even though she couldn't even hear me no more, snapping my phone shut. Xavier being our manager.

About an hour later at the venue...

Having finally made it where I was supposed to be at, I'm sitting prettily in the makeup artist's chair, having the final touches put on my face in preparation for the interview, my long jet black hair slightly wavy since I didn't have time to blow dry it, framing my face.

"There you are, Harmony," Xavier states rather loudly, his voice booming and irritating the living shit out of the hangover I'm still nursing low key, causing me to dramatically roll mu eyes.

"Nigga, speak softer," I mumble while the makeup girl applies lip gloss to my already pouty lips, causing him to frown.

"Just here to make sure we are all on the same page," Xavier says sternly to me. Acting like he could possibly control me even though we both know that he couldn't.

The rest of the girls piling into the room at the same time though, Serenity taking a sit close to where I'm perched in front of the vanity table, while Ashley and Kyla both sit somewhere to the side, all three of them already dolled up for the interview we are all set to do in a few minutes.

"But of course we are, X. Fuck are you even talking about?" I roll my eyes, asking him the question in mock sweetness.

The makeup artist finally steps aside from me, declaring her work to be done, and I blow a kiss at my own reflection in the mirror, knowing damn well that I look good as fuck.

"Sure, sure," Xavier sighs, pulling up one of the rolling chairs and plopping down on it so that he's sitting directly across from me. "I just want to make sure you don't say anything crazy, Harmony," a frown settling across his face, I can see his eyebrows pulling together, creating a small wrinkle when he rubs the bridge of his nose with his short fay fingers.

"Nigga, when do I ever?" I joke, immediately feeling four pairs of eyes land on me incredulously.

Xavier sighs, Serenity does as well. While both Kayla and Ashley exchange a knowing look, Ashley chuckling while messing with her hair.

"Y'all are funny," I smirk. The rest of the girls, minus Serenity do too.

Xavier facepalms himself, allowing for another long outtake of air to push past his nostrils as he frowns.

"About that whole Eminem shit, Harmony. If they ask you about the diss you've made about him, please say it was just a joke and you didn't really mean by it," he states rather gravelly, and I roll my eyes again.

"Fine," I huff out, simply because a bitch's hangover is strong as fuck right now, and I simply didn't feel like arguing.

"I'm serious, Harmony," the manager reiterates.

"I fucking said I got it, nigga!" I huff out, then add quietly but still loud enough fir everybody to hear, " Damn that white man's got all of y'all shook."

I roll my eyes, and Xavier measures me with another one of his stern looks.

"That white man could end your career, girl. You and the rest of your group if you keep on antagonizing him. Is that what you want? For it all to end before it has ever truly began?"

"Boy please. Don't be so dramatic," waving him off, I hop off of the makeup chair, the strawberry lollipop tugged snugly into the corner of my mouth as I flip my hair around me, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirrors.

Damn, I look good!!

"Shit was funny anyways," I add, strolling out of the room.

"Nah, but it really was," hearing Ashley agree with me, I smirk to myself once more while Xavier huffs.

Another few moments later, all four of us girls are sat across the interviewer, cameras trained on all of our perfectly makeup faces, lights flashing all around from us.

And that is honestly the part of fame that I'm still getting used to. Like... the whole being a celebrity part? It's still so wild to me.

We get asked a bunch of questions, most of it having had been asked of us like a thousand times before, if I'm being honest.

Like, how did we all get started, where have we all met, were we always wanted to sing... stuff like that mostly.

Then, it all switches though, once the interviewer does ask me the question our manager was apparently dreading being asked of me.

"So, Harmony, about you dissing Eminem himself. Aren't you afraid of him retaliating? Because I've heard some rumors, and..."

"Nigga please, ain't nobody scared of that white boy," I reply back before I could even stop myself. Practically FEELING Xavier facepalm himself out of frame, while the rest of the girls all stare at me with wide eyes. "Plus..." I then begin to speak again.

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Had to stop here because I realized this chapter was already getting way too long lol. I didn't even plan for it to be this lengthy 😅😭 Anyways, I'm actually super nervous on whether you guys had liked it or not, because I had tried to do a totally different thing with Harmony than I do with my typical main characters, I tried to make her more of a bitch and play against the usual innocent girl type I normally wrote, but I'm afraid she comes off as quite a bit forced but I hope y'all still enjoyed the chapter lol