Emako Blue was supposed to be a star. She was beautiful and good-hearted. She was Monterey’s best friend. She was the only girl Jamal cared about, the one who saw through his player act. She was the one who understood the burden of Eddie’s family. She was the best singer anyone had ever heard, with a voice like vanilla incense, smoky and sweet. She was Savannah’s rival, the one who wouldn’t play by the rules. She was destined for greatness, already plucked from South Central Los Angeles by the record producers. She was only fifteen when she died.