Nothing quite lifts a mood like Jack chasing Rumple... even though I walked in to set up the gig last night feeling all knife in the heart, my good friends quickly put me back in the mood to do what I do best- entertain (just like I am you-snap)
Shit was bumpin for sure, and there were some really hot ladies straight leanin all over the place. I was getting sweated by the owner though for playing too much rap, because he wanted to keep it more friendly to everyone....
well, to me- that meant 'more old school'
I had to dive deep friends, but don't think I didn't pull it out. Finding PM Dawn buried deep in some back ass file on the drive got the grinding going for even the cats who were old enough to plan a schedule around Miami Vice. I also yanked out some "Iesha" "Hip Hop Hooray" even some Technotronic. I was all over the board, and everyone out was all over the floor.
Closing time was looming, and I knew I only had time for a few more songs, and had my stuff planned out. Problem was this not-so-hot girl was like HOVERING around the booth like there was some kind of tractor beam looping her in a short orbit. She was hassling me about playing this one song for a long long time, and finally she won my heart over.
How?
By throwin out my second favorite thing in the world----money.
I am not talking like a Lincoln or Hamilton either. She threw (count em) FIIIIIIIIIIVE 20 dollar bills at me.
Needless to say, her song was on before the money even hit the tables. Note to all wanting to hear a song- money works. I got this shirt on sale and these shoes may or may not be real K-Coles....point by that is, extra scrill is nice.
The night ended well, and I started back on track to get right by the world. I still got some work to do though... we will have to dive into that at a later date
C
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