giving up my day off to go listen to music with you today.”
“Why? What’s today?” I ask him.
“My fucking day off, Luther. That’s what today is, goodbye.”
“Okay, I understand if you would rather sleep another couple of hours. I was just letting you know about the talent fair, where there will be a lot of ready, willing, and able female bodies. I’ll try to pick out some good ones, you go on and go back to sleep.” I wait for it, I know it’s coming, the moaning and groaning. He’ll be bitching and complaining until we get there. Then he’ll be in full-on ready mode and I’ll be the one wanting to leave.
“When are you picking me the hell up?” He lets out a deep sigh.
We make arrangements then I get ready for my day full of possibilities.
The Ryman Auditorium is legendary. Whoever made the arrangements to have the talent fair in such a prestigious location has class. The auditorium opened as the Union Gospel Tabernacle in 1892 and got its nickname "The Mother Church of Country Music" after the Grand Ole Opry began broadcasting its radio show there in 1943. It still holds that nickname, even though the Opry was moved from there in the early seventies. Experts even say it has some of the best acoustics in the world and events for singers and acts are still held there.
We arrive downtown and, as usual, parking is hard to find, but we still make it to the auditorium in plenty of time. Looking around at the people gathered, I’m beginning to wonder if I have just wasted our time. The article led me to believe that we would be seeing and hearing some of today's best and brightest, but what I’m seeing is something between karaoke and your standard high school talent show. Great .
“This’s what you call talent? Man, I’ve seen more talent at my grandma’s nursing home.” CJ shakes his head. “You got me out of bed for this?”
“Quit grumbling. You can’t sleep half of your life away,” I tell him.
“I know I can’t because you won’t let me sleep on my days off!” he spouts off.
I laugh at him. “You pussy.”
He rolls his eyes toward the ceiling and replaces his shades. “Don’t talk to me, not until after you feed me. I want GG’s tonight.”
“Well, maybe we’ll get lucky. You never know who will show up and maybe there will be something we can work with here, so keep your eyes and ears open.”
We find seats near the stage. I look over at CJ who has his arms crossed and his mouth drawn into a hard line. He either needs a vacation or a good fuck. Maybe a good fucking vacation. Hell, we could all use that.
We listen to the theatrical poetry readings and the five-minute original skits, deciding there isn’t anything here worth our time. Then I see my girl with her acoustic guitar, and she’s with that boy, the one who broke her heart just last night.
So, I guess that is where she was off to in such a hurry this morning. She wants to spend as much time with him as possible before he leaves her. Can’t she remember how upset she was last night? He is just going to break her heart again tomorrow.
Since there aren’t regular intermissions between the different types of talent being presented, we are waiting for the skit acts to gather all their stuff and leave the stage before the next group of artist can proceed to torture us for their allotted time. The row of seats in front of us clears and Oakley notices me.
She waves at me as she walks over. “Hey, I didn’t know you were coming today.”
CJ perks up a little, sitting up straighter, “Hello, I’m CJ Hightower, managing partner of SugarKane Productions.”
I turn and give him a slight shake of my head. Oakley is a beautiful girl, but she isn’t going to be working for us, ever.
“What’s SugarKane Productions? Kane, you own a candy company and you’re holding out on me?” Oakley extends her hand to CJ. “Hello, I’m Oakley. You’ve probably heard Kane refer to me as baby sister.” She laughs, and
“Why? What’s today?” I ask him.
“My fucking day off, Luther. That’s what today is, goodbye.”
“Okay, I understand if you would rather sleep another couple of hours. I was just letting you know about the talent fair, where there will be a lot of ready, willing, and able female bodies. I’ll try to pick out some good ones, you go on and go back to sleep.” I wait for it, I know it’s coming, the moaning and groaning. He’ll be bitching and complaining until we get there. Then he’ll be in full-on ready mode and I’ll be the one wanting to leave.
“When are you picking me the hell up?” He lets out a deep sigh.
We make arrangements then I get ready for my day full of possibilities.
The Ryman Auditorium is legendary. Whoever made the arrangements to have the talent fair in such a prestigious location has class. The auditorium opened as the Union Gospel Tabernacle in 1892 and got its nickname "The Mother Church of Country Music" after the Grand Ole Opry began broadcasting its radio show there in 1943. It still holds that nickname, even though the Opry was moved from there in the early seventies. Experts even say it has some of the best acoustics in the world and events for singers and acts are still held there.
We arrive downtown and, as usual, parking is hard to find, but we still make it to the auditorium in plenty of time. Looking around at the people gathered, I’m beginning to wonder if I have just wasted our time. The article led me to believe that we would be seeing and hearing some of today's best and brightest, but what I’m seeing is something between karaoke and your standard high school talent show. Great .
“This’s what you call talent? Man, I’ve seen more talent at my grandma’s nursing home.” CJ shakes his head. “You got me out of bed for this?”
“Quit grumbling. You can’t sleep half of your life away,” I tell him.
“I know I can’t because you won’t let me sleep on my days off!” he spouts off.
I laugh at him. “You pussy.”
He rolls his eyes toward the ceiling and replaces his shades. “Don’t talk to me, not until after you feed me. I want GG’s tonight.”
“Well, maybe we’ll get lucky. You never know who will show up and maybe there will be something we can work with here, so keep your eyes and ears open.”
We find seats near the stage. I look over at CJ who has his arms crossed and his mouth drawn into a hard line. He either needs a vacation or a good fuck. Maybe a good fucking vacation. Hell, we could all use that.
We listen to the theatrical poetry readings and the five-minute original skits, deciding there isn’t anything here worth our time. Then I see my girl with her acoustic guitar, and she’s with that boy, the one who broke her heart just last night.
So, I guess that is where she was off to in such a hurry this morning. She wants to spend as much time with him as possible before he leaves her. Can’t she remember how upset she was last night? He is just going to break her heart again tomorrow.
Since there aren’t regular intermissions between the different types of talent being presented, we are waiting for the skit acts to gather all their stuff and leave the stage before the next group of artist can proceed to torture us for their allotted time. The row of seats in front of us clears and Oakley notices me.
She waves at me as she walks over. “Hey, I didn’t know you were coming today.”
CJ perks up a little, sitting up straighter, “Hello, I’m CJ Hightower, managing partner of SugarKane Productions.”
I turn and give him a slight shake of my head. Oakley is a beautiful girl, but she isn’t going to be working for us, ever.
“What’s SugarKane Productions? Kane, you own a candy company and you’re holding out on me?” Oakley extends her hand to CJ. “Hello, I’m Oakley. You’ve probably heard Kane refer to me as baby sister.” She laughs, and
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