Post by nana reese fenty; on Nov 26, 2011 21:56:19 GMT -5
NANA REESE FENTY, NINETEEN, DJ GROSS-VOCALIST, PANSEXUAL, IMPULSIVE E! True Hollywood Story: Nana Fenty. |
Mysterious, sexy, chaotic, lovable, talented. This is the E! True Hollywood Story of Nana Fenty.
"My goal in life is to die young as late as possible."
"The story of Nana Fenty? Now that, good sir, is a tricky one," the man chuckled as he lit up a cheap cigarette and took a deep drag while looking at the interviewer, "I mean, yeah, I grew up with her and all that shit. It's the only reason why I know so much..." he ran his fingers through his thick, dark hair as he smirked, "And she'll kill me the second she realizes I'm the one who gave her away..."
Nana Reese was born in Saint Michael, Barbados to a father, Caleb, who was a mechanic and a mother, Lady, who was a waitress. Her father was the guy who you can probably thank for why Nana is so insane and off her rocker. He's just a bad man, ya know? He used to screw the crap out of her and they lived on a really bad side of the island and town. She barely had a roof so she never complained. Surprisingly, her mother never really cared. She was a huge drug addict and, well, Nana grew up watching her parents beat the crap out of each other one minute but then be head over heels the next. You could say that was how she developed the mentality for the yo-yo relationships of her's. She could never stick to one person and her whole life, growing up, she told me she would get out of here and she would make it big. She said she'd be a big shot singer and dancer and would never have to deal with her father dragging her down the street by her hair because she stayed out five minutes passed her curfew and then take a bat to her when the doors were closed. You could say singing and dancing saved her, ultimately, but it also became her down fall.
She was always smiling, that much I knew. It was rare to catch Nana in a bad mood when we were kids. She had these big, goofy looking lips and such high cheek bones. She was always too skinny and too tall for everyone. She was akward but she was like a social butterfly. She started dancing when she heard Madonna on the radio and Cyndi Lauper and she fell in love with them. I can still remember her teaching herself how to belly dance, how to do splits, back flips. She was a human pretzel and soon enough, she was singing along to the lyrics. We'd be on the beach and she would just throw her arms up and move her body this way and that while we blasted the radio. She was thirteen when we both tried out first blunt. That was how it started. We'd just smoke up and laugh about it. I was sixteen so I used to jack my old man's pick up truck and we'd drive down to the beach with a bunch of friends and she'd stand through the sunroof and sing out the lyrics like she was in a music video even if she was wearing barely-there, high waist shorts and belly baring tank tops with her beach curls wild and all over the place. She didn't care if she looked horrible. She'd sing until her throat was sore, would dance until her muscles felt useless. The first time I told her we should try smoking, she was all for it. She was a bit too eager-impulsive, immature, naive, and oblivious to all the damage she could do to herself. She was all about living life in the fast lane and having fun while she still could. Less than a year after trying our first blunt, we were popping pills. We'd get money from Nana dancing in the tourist areas or singing on the streets and the wealthier people would leave her some money in a hat. They saw her raw talent, how much she wanted to use it...If only she knew how to.
Nana was fourteen when she came home to find both of her parents dead. It wasn't uncommon, you know? People died left and right back then, dropped like flies. The police were called by her neighbors and they ruled it as a homicide and a suicide. By what she was told, her father had snapped and had basically beaten her mother to death over seeing her with some wealthy American at her job and after realizing he'd killed her, he'd killed himself. Nana was officially an orphan and I guess you could say it made her go off on the deep end. Most foster families didn't want a fourteen year old girl like Nana. She wasn't loud and obnoxious. She was sweet, fun, a dare devil. There was nothing she didn't want to do. But she wanted a life she knew she probably wouldn't get to have unless she put herself out there and tried everything she could think of to obtain it. So after coming to the realization she would probably never get adopted, she left the orphanage and headed for the tourist district with determination. She told me she would find herself a rich American to get her to America and she'd use him to get famous. She'd marry him if she had to. She met Anthony Fenty, a big shot lawyer to the stars, on the beach and soon enough, he was hooked to her like a drug. Who wouldn't be? Nana is intoxicating, invigorating, heart racing, breath taking. She can make your heart go from zero to five hundred in a matter of minutes. She knows how to capture anyone's attention, how to market herself, and she had him in the palm of her hand. Being she had big hips for her age, was too tall, and had the sex appeal of a 1960's sex kitten, he thought she was old enough and brought her to the United States. It didn't hit the media because he had enough money to make them keep their mouth shut that he had brought over a fifteen year old girl and was basically using her as his own little sex toy. He spoiled her, gave her credit cards she could ma out to her own content. But it wasn't what Nana wanted. She wanted something more.
When she was sixteen, being she had no parents, the two of them were able to get married and it was then that the news hit the fan: twenty nine year old Anthony Fenty had married a sixteen year old in a secret ceremony in his home in Los Angeles. No one really got to know who Nana was. He made sure to keep her face out of the papers even if he couldn't keep out his own. Hell, all they had was her first name and it didn't help them much. Nana started her crazy routine again of drugs, sex, dancing, and singing and she would do it on a daily basis. Anthony Fenty, lawyer to the stars, was supposed to seem more respectable. Instead, he was chasing a rebellious teenager all over Tinsel Town and eventually, at one of his many house parties she hosted at their Beverly Hills home, she met the producer of some of Britney Spear's music, Christina Aguilera, and numerous other pop icons she adored. It wasn't long before She showed him her moves and he was instantly impressed. What he wasn't impressed by was her husband. After all, she was the life of the party and he was much too serious. So after a yo-yo year of marriage which included abuse and infidelity on both ends, all Nana wanted to do was keep her last name, She knew it had power and in the end, she won that tad bit but no money. She didn't care. She knew she'd be making more money than he ever would by the time she was twenty one.
And she was right. Paired up with Javier Lionford, a mixer, an effects specialist, and a manager, Nana was set to go. By eighteen she was on stage where she wanted to be, dancing and singing, living life in the fast lane. She continues to do drugs, I know she does. She hits me up whenever she's in Barbados, which isn't too often since she has a hectic schedule, and we pop pills, drink up, go to raves, and just have a blast. She lives by her motto-the last thing she ever said to me before she boarded on that plain with Anthony and became known as Nana Fenty, the gal who seems to show women that if a guy can do it, she can. If they get to have fun and screw with whoever they want then why can't she? She always wanted that life of luxury, of wealth and her name up in lights, drowning in alcohol and a sea of pills and screaming music. Dj Gross? Hell, now the kids here in Barbados are jammin' out to her on the radio...and we all know, in the end, that was what she wanted.
"My goal in life is to live fast and die young as late as possible because the world has gone to shit."
-Nana Fenty, 2010.
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