Yeah...

Thank you, dear. If you could just leave it there outside. I’ll crawl my way there...

Wanna come to my cookout tomorrow?

I have plans with a fella, first name is Jack and last is Daniels. Won’t make it.

Marketing campaign. Sorry, should have specified. 

Sounds very stuff and boring.

Tragic. 

Last Thursday morning, 11am. Raven had been waiting for the call all day. That morning she got up and prepared for whatever stupid thing they had cooked up for her this time. What she didn’t expect was the news of a six episode musical extravaganza. She argued with them for over an hour and they would not budge.

“The one thing I told you I would not do. I don’t sing, I haven’t in years and I refuse.”

“You are under contract, Raven, if you don’t do this we’ll take action.”

“You make me do this I walk next season. This shit show you call programming will fall apart and into ruins. Think long and hard on this Gerald.”

“It’s already done, things are in the works. You want out next season, nothing we can do but the rest of this season you do what we write.”

“Over twenty years I have done everything you asked!”

“Yes you have and we’ve been grateful for it.”

“Countless topless scenes, showed my ass hundreds of time and humiliated myself time and time again. You promised me I wouldn’t have to sing.”

“Show me it in writing.”

“I’ll do it but know this, I’m going to make these last six episode your nightmare. You’re going to regret this, buckle up baby.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I just wanted to say that this place is full of awesome people. Thank you to everyone who checked in on me during my funk. It’s much appreciated and I’m doing much better now.

You are very welcome, pleasure was all mine I assure you.

Okay, so I may or may not have been working on a new music video for my song Jealousy. I found the perfect girl for it and we shot for it all day yesterday. I have to admit… I lost focus a few times. 

I’m so proud of you and how wonderful.

Yo like… y’all are rowdy. I never heard things like I been hearing here, hahah. 

This has been a tame week... just wait.

And that’s a wrap on my latest campaign, meaning I have two weeks of saved vacation time to cash in on. Question is, what to do with it? 

Campaign?

I can’t stop thinking about this little gift I received earlier in the week, and before anyone asks no it was not drugs or prophylactics. 

Whoever you were, your treats were delicious and I hope you tell me who you are so I can thank you properly. 

That was nice of them but always be wary of strange gifts. You never know it could have been laced with something.

Guess I’mma shoot my shot here, aye? 

Anyone know of clubs around here hiring dancers? 

Clubs here are always looking for someone. Just have to be willing to seek them out.

You really do love them, even now, don’t you?

Private:

I do, very much.

Alright.

Brett.

Private: 

Why, what’s wrong with him?

Who’s blasting Billy Joel Right now? Because I love the energy, but I need to  focus on my upcoming audition. 

What are you auditioning for, Broadway I take it?