A Tough Decision
Hot sun, cool water, ear piercing screaming of children. It was almost a perfect day at Cole Park, where I was a lifeguard. I got down from my chair, and headed up to the guard shack for my much needed break. Tired, and stressed out, I collapsed on the bench. The phone rang, and that is when it all began.
When the summer began, my friend Chuck and I started a band. I was lead singer, and also lead MC. We played all originals, which were mostly rap-metal songs. I really enjoyed rapping, and I became interested in free styling and battle rapping. Free styling is when you rap off of the top of your head, with no pre-written lyrics. Battle rapping is free styling, where rappers go back and forth, trying to better each others rhyme. Friday nights, my friends and I would peruse the city in search of people to battle. I was always received with negative attitude, because I am a white 18 year old. This only fueled my ambition because it became my goal to spread my name without having to conform to the stereotypical black, "gangster" image profile. Fortunately I never lost one battle and my name started to spread. People eventually came to see me at work, battle me, listen to me rap etc
To my surprise a man named "Cage" showed up at work one day. I recognized this name from somewhere, but I wasn't positive where. He asked me to free style and I remember the look on his face when I began to rap. From my observation, he was quite impressed. We talked, battled, and he came back every week or so to hang out. I remember the night of July 25th when I was on the internet, and I decided to do some research on him. Words cannot express my excitement when I found out that he was a producer. Not only was he a producer, but a producer for my favorite record label, Faceless Records. I tried to keep it cool for a while, until he showed up the next week.
Cage pulled up in his yellow Hummer and pulled me aside. I was asked to come...
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