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be assured that she was able to get into the venue tonight. When Latrice pulled up in front of the club, she couldn’t tell if anyone was in there or not. She took a chance at the door handle and to her surprise, it was open. She walked in the dark club and didn’t see anybody at the ticket window.
    â€œHellooo!” Latrice called out, after patiently waiting for someone to finally come up to the window. “I’m here to buy a ticket for tonight’s show!” Latrice spoke out again hoping to get the attention of whoever was in there. “This is some bullshit,” Latrice said under her breath as she became tired of waiting for someone to come up to the front. Fuck this. I’ll come back later. She turned for the front door to leave, until she heard a noise coming from behind another door. As she walked closer to the door, she heard another noise. She assumed that the door led to the entrance of the club, and whoever was in there could sell her a ticket.
    She walked into the lounge area and turned her nose up at the club’s awful appearance. She looked at the scruffy-looking tables and the worn-out pleather that covered the booths. This place is far from upscale, Latrice thought as she continued to walk around the club. She didn’t see how anyone would call this place the Fantasy Lounge when it was obviously far from that. Maybe it was nice back in the day when it first opened, but it looks like some shit now.
    Latrice heard another noise coming from behind the curtain on the stage. “Hello!” Latrice hoped that the person behind the curtain heard her this time and would come out.
    â€œWhatchu doin’ in here?” a lady asked, quickly poking her head out of the curtain.
    â€œI was trying to buy a ticket for tonight’s show, but no one was up at the window. I thought I heard someone back here, so I came to see if someone could sell me one.”
    â€œThat’s cool,” the lady said as she started to walk off the stage toward Latrice. “At first, by the way you were dressed, I thought you were the damn inspector people.”
    Latrice had on a white blouse, black skirt, and four-inch BCBG heels. She considered her wardrobe very classy but didn’t think her outfit spelled out professional.
    â€œI guess I’ll take that as a compliment. My name is Latrice,” she said as she extended her hand.
    â€œNice to meet you, Latrice. My name is Fantasy.”
    â€œYou’re Fantasy?” Latrice found it shocking as hell to find out that this light-skinned, overweight woman was the one and only Fantasy. But then again, Latrice took one look at Fantasy’s matted hair and dingy clothes, and it became clear to her why the club had such a shabby appearance. “You got a nice spot here,” Latrice said, not knowing what else nice to say about her.
    Fantasy waved off her compliment. “Girl, you ain’t gotta lie to me. I know this joint ain’t nothin’ but a damn hole in the wall. This place ain’t been up to par in years.”
    â€œWhy don’t you fix it up?”
    â€œI ain’t got the money to do much of anything with this place now. Shit, I can’t even change a light bulb in here without feeling it the next month.”
    â€œWell, if keeping this place is so much of a problem, then why don’t you sell it?”
    Fantasy sighed. “This place needs so much work done to it, Idon’t know who in their right mind would buy it. Besides, I couldn’t sell it anyway. This used to be my daddy’s place. He named it after me and this was the only thing he had to give me before he died. He loved me and this club. I just don’t have it in my heart to ever sell it.”
    Latrice felt sorry for Fantasy and knew first-hand what she was going through. When Latrice was fourteen, she’d lost her mother to ovarian cancer, and the only thing she had to pass down was her old engagement ring.