Dear Fiary Diary

Day 10

Dispite the night breeze's blessing that night, the fact that this new decision might also affect escort duty was something to consider.

Well if there were any reconciliations, I was about to do something I'd not done before. Matter of fact, I now had series of things I hadn't done before facing me. Of course my heart started racing, though I had perfected the song singing it over and over with the beat record, my heart still raced, I was about to mount a big stage, and that was going to be my first time ever doing a song, so yeah, of course I was nervous, but it was something I really wanted to do, and was glad I finally passed through the auditions. One step at a time.

I did have a little hiccup though. My record beat was just a demo sample someone whipped up from a beat making app. When I first heard it, I liked it, and just playing it over and over, I wrote a song around it. Buh here was the little hiccup, it was short. It was a short sample of over just 3 mins — 3 mins and a couple more seconds. So I could only write two verses and a chorus in the order of; verse chorus and verse, but before the last verse was the rap.

I needed a way to make the beat longer, but I couldn't get a hold on the person that made the first one, but I knew someone else, who was into beat production — actual beat production, from scratch. So I went to him, now I didn't want any alterations to the main beat I had, I just needed it to be made longer, an extended version. Pick a minute line of the beat and add it to the end part so that we have enough time to soak it all in and really finish the whole song, both me and my good rapper friend. After coming back for it and heard 'the' extended version, I was like, don't bother, I'd stick with the original. He couldn't extend it, cause according to him, it wasn't a raw sample, and his other option was to replicate the entire thing. He did a good job, but nah, the original all the way, I'd gotten used to the original, the ups and the non notified turns and sharps in it, so I liked it more, so I decided to stick with it. It was a 'trap' beat. Now here it is, despite being a trap beat, my verses were not trap, but soft melodies, you'd think they'd be a bad match, but it gave it a fresh feel and a unique sound, someone once said,they didn't know those sort of verses could be blended into that sort of trap.

Now what was the plan, how were we going to do this, what steps should be taken, how should the crowd hyping go, who was going to hype, me?

Let's hold it for a second, baby steps. No one told me I'd have to consider these parts, I mean I'm supposed to know, but it don't really dawn on you till you have to play it out, these sort of things, and come on, it was my first time — of course, if you're a natural it should just flow, you do your thing, enchant the crowd well enough for them to cheer and all that— but yo, that wasn't my element.

Yeah I just discovered I could write and sing, but crowds...? Hehehe, not my strong suit I'd tell you. And it's funny how for some weird reasons,I hadn't given any of it that much thought completely, till the main event was close.

Had I ever sang in the open before? Hell no, I literally had no business with singing all my life, I only had a natural affinity towards drums, and I hadn't even refined it, but singing? Nah.

My mom was the singer, and song writer, a toned skinned cute eyes beauty, that had her charisma, a thick charisma that spewed out from her naturally, forming an aura of nobility around her. Her smiles were so bright the stars would want to worship them. The life her eyes gave would make the moon want them stared into it, each step from her made the earth glad they were being stepped on.

Someone so charismatic she gave beauty and elegance a colorful meaning, each clothing adorned on her were glad for the privilege for they couldn't dare say "we brought her beauty out" for that would have been high treason, for she gave them meaning in beauty and elegance. Each breath exhalation from her lungs into the atmosphere made the air tinglingly for they bore eloquence, no, they gave eloquence it's meaning. Then her voice? any ear would be glad they could be graced with them, and when she sang? even the air listened.

I only found out that I could write and sing a year and half after her demise. So I was new to all this.

So how were we going to go about it, for starters, I had no experience with crowds, even if we went to that stage, I'd be more occupied with where to set my feet and what bodily position I should maintain or even have, to have the momentary time to attend to the crowd, how much more, hyping them, jeez.

But then on a second note, might have been my song, but I wasn't the rapper, I mean think about it, which people had a good record of being hyping buddies with an audience? the rappers of course, so problem solved don't you think? besides this wasn't my good rapper friend's first time, dude was a veteran. He was younger than I was, but to whom boldness was given, it really was given.

So I was like... "ahem... you'll do the hyping at the start and I'll take it from there" of course take it from there just simply meant straight up singing — as far as I was concerned. But he didn't have any issues with it, and thus we were set. The big huddle had been brushed off and rolled away, and drum rolls... main event here we come... or came, point being, there was a movement, I guess.

And thus....the big day!

Hold up, hold up, hold!. Before that,I mean it's not like after being told I should be part of the choir, the whole thing moved aside and I miraculously got to the main event day, jeez, who's telling this story? get a grip. Yeah I had a main event to prepare myself for, but yo... what was this group like?