A few days in Springfield and she was gone again.

She was on the road a lot and she missed her sisters. She tried calling one every day but she truly missed hanging with them, even when they fussed and fought.

"Sissy, come fly out and see me," she whined to Ashley over the phone.

"Bitch, bye," was Ashley's reply. "I just got back. I'm done for a while, staying at home at least through the holidays, and then maybe they can beg for my ass back in Spring."

"I'm in LA, fun, and sun, we need to party up."

"What did I just say to your non-listening ass? Come see me when you get back home, but till then, bye."

Her sister hung up on her and she was all alone in her hotel room. Well, not alone, AKA was there. They were both going to meet with M'Liyah and work with her. AKA wanted M'Liyah to sing on one of her songs, she just wanted to see if the talented superstar had something for her.

"Oh my goodness! You are prettier in person!" She fangirled for a moment, grabbing the petite songstress in a big bear hug as if they were lifelong friends. "Girl, how do you stay so slim and tiny? What you eatin'? I needta eat that? You workout? Cuz I don't want none of that."

M'Liyah laughed at her. "Icee warned me about you."

"What he say? He lying girl, I'm not the wild child he thinks I am. I'm grateful you want to work with me."

"It's my honor," M'Liyah said, having a seat at the table in the studio. "I heard your album, it's nice. I like your sound and the tone of your voice. You're good."

"Oh my God! The M'Liyah listened to little old me. Girllll, I used to jam with Petite Trois growing up. Shoot, I wanted to be a member...then you'd have to change your name...what's the French word for four?"

"Tennille, you have a voice that doesn't need to be in a group, you're all solo material."

That made her heart swoon. If the girl wasn't married to that hottie movie star, she would get her flirt on with her. Then again, instead of joining Petite Trois with her, she'd join her man in a menage a trois.

A girl could dream.

"Well here, listen to some songs I recorded. I think you will like it."

"Wait." She could not believe she was sitting in front of someone like M'Liyah Wilson. She felt like she finally made it. "You have songs already? Are they songs you wanted to use, you just giving me the bad leftovers?"

"First of all...I don't write bad songs. Secondly, every song I write is not with the intention that I will sing it. I've been writing songs since I knew how to write my name. Most times they are not for me."

"Okay, okay."

"Another thing, songwriting is where the money is, just FYI. If you're looking for longevity in the field, it's there. Since Petite Trois broke up, I've made more money writing songs for others than singing myself."

"Whoa, okay." She was getting the education she needed. "Speaking of PT...ummm...I know I should not be asking this, but will you guys ever get back together? A reunion album...do a show together...something?"

M'Liyah let out a soft sigh and tugged at the ends of a few of her locs.

"I'm on good terms with both the girls, it's possible. We've all been doing our own thing for so long that we haven't sat down and discussed that."

"So that's not a definite no."

"In short, no, there is always a possibility we will perform together again one day."

They had not shared a stage since their breakup eight years ago. Girl groups never had longevity, so maybe they were all better off on their own. Melodie was into acting, and every now and then would release a single. Ginger, though she put out several solo albums, none had reached mass success. She had better success singing on others' songs.

After listening to the tracks they both hashed out a song and ran through it that she loved. It was called Biggest, Baddest, Best.

"Oh, this here is a banger! You sure you don't want to keep this for yourself?"

"No, you did most of the legwork, I'm just here to guide you."

She already imagined herself dancing her ass off in the video. People thought she was going to be a one-hit wonder because only one track from her last album charted in top ten. She hoped to get several with this new album.

After she laid down the vocals for the tracks, she flew back to Springfield because she was ready to put in the work to get the song and video out. Nowadays it was always about dropping new music with visuals to go with it. If she wanted to compete with newcomers like Normani and Chloe Bailey, she had to put that extra sauce on it.

When they made it to Springfield, a car took her and her two bodyguards to Da Factory Hitz. She texted Sarena and wanted to see what her game plan would be for her next song.

"It's hot." Sarena already listened to the song and was impressed. "Make the video, ASAP. You can't sit on this good shit."

At least her sister knew good music.

"I want a stripper pole and I'm dancing on a hot guy and..."

"Ugh! First of all, you did the stripper thing last album. We get it, you're hot and you have moves, but you just sang a song about being the biggest, baddest thing right now. Show and prove. Go big sis, you got this."

"So you don't want me to dance?"

"I did not say that! Dance your little ass off. Dance like Aaliyah and Janet Jackson combined. Bring it like Ciara and Beyonce on a good day. Study what others have done and do it better."

She smiled. She always liked when she was compared to some of her favorites.

"And secondly, dancing on a guy is old news. You're into girls, so dance on some girls."

"Oooo! Yassss!"

"Get your face out there promoting this song. If err'body not talking about you in the next week, we're doing something wrong. Hey, in fact, T-Zack hired an intern that's young and hungry. I'm going to let her shadow you and do your social media for you until you get an assistant."

"I'm getting an assistant?"

"Thuh! Yeah! You're about to blow up sis, you need people."

Floating on air, she left her sister's office and headed to see if Kitty was in. Before she made it to Kitty's office, she ran into Randi again. Since she was feeling herself, she put her flirt game on ten.

"Heeey Randi!"

"Tennille." He grinned at her and stood from his desk. "Your sister-"

"Maybe I came to see you." She sat on the edge of his desk so that she was facing him. "Do you do anything besides work all day?"

"I gotta pay the bills some way."

"I mean, Kitty don't let you travel or anything, get out the office? You just sit here at a desk and stare at a computer screen all day?"

"Should I be doing something else?"

"Well...I'm in need of an assistant and I have better perks. Travel, see the world...me."

She leaned in to give him a kiss and her lips were just about to touch his luscious lips when a loud throat clearing was heard.

"What's going on?"

Of course, Kitty was cock-blocking. She was about to get some and now Randi pulled away and pretended as if he hadn't wanted to kiss her as well.

"Kitty, dang, what?"

"Excuse me? You're in my office trying to harass my employee!"

She rolled her eyes at that and walked over to her. "I don't need to harass a man, so anyway...I want Randi to come work for me."

Kitty chuckled. "Stop playing."

"I'm not! Rena said I need an assistant and I want someone like Randi, he has to be good, you hired him."

"You're right, he is," Kitty said, glancing at Randy who stood there silently. "But he's no one's assistant anymore. He is Manager of New Acquisitions. He's been promoted so don't try and steal my employee."

Well, damn. Her sister always had to have everything. When would it be her turn to have everything?

Randy jumped into the conversation. "Tennille, I am sure you can find someone that works great for you. In fact, I can help you find someone from Missouri State, there are always eager new graduates hungry for something like this."

She grunted. She wanted him. A fine, sexy man following her all around, boosting her ego. That's what she needed.

"Tennille needs to find her own people," Kitty replied.

"It's no problem Kitty, I'll help her while I'm on vacation next week...I mean, if that's okay."

She smiled. Maybe things were looking up for her.

And then she heard the biggest news of her life.

"Hey lil sis, you did it," Icee said when he Facebook, Timed her that night while she slept with her bonnet on her head and looked a hot mess.

"Boy! I'm trying to sleep."

"Sis, you can't sleep at a time like this! You did the damn thing."

"What did I do?"

"You are nominated for a Grammy. Two actually."

She jumped out of the bed and screamed so loud. "What the hell! Stop playing with me boy."

She did not watch Grammy nominations because she had no chance she would get that type of recognition.

"R&B Performance for Get Me Get Me and Best R&B song. Girl, we did that!"

"Oh my gosh!"

"We're doing it up big at the Grams sis, be ready. Now take your ass back to sleep, look like you need it."

"Fuck you. Bye!"

She was never going to sleep with how she was feeling. A whole Grammy-nominated singer now. She definitely felt like the biggest, baddest and the best.

A/N: I was supposed to write out some of the song, like in Err'thang but I wasn't motivated enough. In fact, the title sounds like a rap song not an R&B song so I had no clue  🤷🏾‍♀️