One of the nights before the big Mansion party, I spun at a small little grad party with Josh. We booked it on accident thinking it was something completely opposite. We were skeptical at first but the night turned out to be a real good time. We actually ended up spinning a lot of old school hip hop for the adults and talked to them a lot. Anyways twords the end of the night after we were done spinning we hung around for a while to eat, drink and socialize a little. I ended up having a drunken talk (he was drunk I was sober) with the girl's Dad that we were spinning for. He came up to me and started to tell me about how he once had a music career and watched it build up and fall apart because mistakes he made. He claimed to be on top and then next he knew ended up in jail where he proceed to get straight run a couple of successful trucking business that just like any business was up and down. During this talk there was a point where he stopped looked me in the eyes and said, "I can see it in your eyes. You love this. The minute you walked in with your cases and gear I could tell. You're eyes show all your ambition and all your dedication. You're hungry for this. You don't give a fuck about us here, lets be honest, we're gonna pay you and you're not gonna give a fuck about us. And thats okay because you a give a fuck about what you're doing. Remember where you come from, I know you do now but its easy to let slip away. So don't."
In a way, he was right. When it came to little shit like this I could give a fuck less about what people really wanna hear. I wanna play what I love. Not to be a dick about it but its just my passion and I want you to love it as much as I do.
So I agreed with him. I ended up telling him that because of this conversation I gave a fuck about him and what he said to me. I told him I will never forgot where I came from.
He paid us and we left.
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