The other day, I received an email from one of my agents informing me that I would be receiving a call from a producer from a VERY popular network (which shall go unnamed until I know it's happening). Why? That's when he told me that these producers have been in communication with him for some time now about putting a reality show depicting the lives of freestyle artists, both professionally & personally, and the relationships with their agents.
Deep down, I had always hoped we, the freestyle artists, could somehow document our stories because I believe you would be shocked & disturbed by what you would see. When we think of recording artists, there are immediate images in our minds: limousines, stylists, the best clothes, jewelry, gowns, concerts, getting the "star" treatment, jet-setting to different countries and finally, money. But those are the MAJOR LABEL RECORDING ARTISTS who are selling so many recordings that they go platinum. Those are the Beyonces, Lady Gagas, Rihannas, Pitbulls & Ushers of the industry. And those artists work VERY hard for their successes...so I am not putting them down. But what about other artists who are simply trying to stay in the light, simply trying to stay in the public eye? That's who I believe, sometimes we are. When I go to schools to speak to kids about making their dreams come true, I almost always get the same questions first, before getting questions that MEAN something: "Do you have a mansion? What kind of car do you drive? Do you have a pool?" Sometimes I just laugh inside, because isn't that what this society teachers us to aspire to? But sometimes, the questions sting a little. They get under my skin because my answer is 'no.' I do not have a mansion, nor do I have a pool - I can't even stretch out my legs in my own bathtub!! I have a car, (which I love) but it's not the Bentley they hope I own.
Truth is that many of us had our shining moments - at some point we were on the verge of going Pop/Top 40. Many of us like George Lamond, Sa-Fire, Lissette Melendez & especially Lisa-Lisa, did make the big leagues but it was short-lived - because of the birth of hip-hop & other "political" issues out of our control. And to this day whenever I see those artists & TKA/K7, I feel like they have been overlooked, shortchanged and denied the recognition that they should truly get & should have gotten. And so, when you go to one of our freestyle concerts, you would think there would be a lot of glamour....sometimes there is, in truth, we do see that from time to time. But what you don't see is the drama. You don't see the arguements that sometimes ensue because a promoter decides to pay us less, or not at all. You don't see the crazy chaos that sometimes occurs backstage just before you go on, or how sick one may feel at a show. You see the facade - the glamorous part - you see the finished product.
I'm not complaining by any means. I have been ABSOLUTELY BLESSED to say I have made my dream to be a singer come true - and it has lasted a quarter of a century, 25 great years. I simply think that we too, like many others, have a great story to tell.
So I spoke to the producers & had a conference call...I discovered that they are interviewing 7 freestyle artists but are only picking 5. (Shhh - it's a secret). I was asked interesting questions like: is there anyone you don't get along with? What kind of problems occur? I am not sure they were interested until I told them something that NO ONE knows about. Truth is that since February, I have been living in a bit of a silent hell - I have not been able to speak about it...I promise you that I will, but only when I know I can. But when I told them, they became very intrigued and asked me to send them some video. So, right from my iphone, I sent them a self-recorded video. They said they loved me on camera & in a few weeks, they'll be in town to finish a pilot...If the pilot is approved, we will have a reality show...and we will finally be able to show you all we do in the name of music, in the name of love for our fans, and in the name of integrity!
They explained to me that people will be in my house recording my every move...hm, then I felt sudden hesitance. Really? I mean I am no Kardashian, know what I mean? I am not in perfect clothing with a great face made up. I'm not living in some fancy penthouse...lol. And I've seen the results that reality shows have on some people. For some it's brought them fame & notoriety - and for others, it's ruined their lives. But when I think about it, it could be a great thing - to show the truth, and to teach the masses more about freestyle music - which, unless you are from NY or urban cities such as Chicago or Miami, many do not even know about the freestyle movement! So, I have prayed about it, and I know that if God thinks it's a great thing for me to do, it will happen and it will be successful. Only time will tell...hmmmm!!!
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Monday, November 14, 2011
WELCOME TO MIAMI...BIENVENIDO A MIAMI
In less than two weeks I performed in three cities: Miami, Chicago and Atlantic City. My schedule beginning at end of October into November is BRUTAL...and it all began when I went to Miami. I'm sure people think it's all very cool to jet set all over the country - and it is a blessing, don't get me wrong, but allow me to give you an example of what it can be like.
First, I fly coach. LOL. I don't do first class. It would be nice, but let's face it; I'm not Lady Gaga. And I was sitting in the middle to two large men...and I'm a big girl too. I admit it must have been a funny sight. I land in Fort Lauderdale, a half hour away from Miami. We drive to the hotel, and I'm already sleep deprived from the day before because when I know I have a flight, I become anxious that I'll miss the alarm clock when it fires. So I take a nap...about an hour and a half. I wake to several messages and emails about the upcoming show in Atlantic City. I get picked up for the show around 11:30pm. I go onstage at 1:30am.
The Club at the Renaissance was the venue. The crowd was a good one. Scratch that. They were GREAT! I don't do Miami too often so I know the people who showed up really came to see me. AS I performed there were three men in the audience who were starry eyed. I rarely ever see men look at me that way. But something was different about them. Couldn't put my finger on it. As I performed, with each and every song, the energy from the audience expanded, and then I felt it. Euphoria. It's true happiness. And it is SO contagious. I feel it. The people feel it. And it is just the best natural high a person could have. When I sing, Please Stay Tonight, there is a small segment of the song where I move my hips right, left and as I do that, I lower my body. And then boom. I spring back up. Then I usually make a little joke about it. I say something like, "Ah, you didn't think I could get myself back up, huh?" Then the audience laughs, and so do I. So, there I was lowering my body....wait...um, hello? Oh, shoot!! I can't get up! LOL LOL LOL. Oh, my God! Seriously, I'm stuck. It may have been the shoes that were higher than usual, but for some reason, my legs just didn't have the oomph to pull myself up. So there I am, just squatting there. I have to sing in like 3 seconds. So, I did what we all have to do sometimes in life: I reached out for help. And two of the three men with starry eyes helped me up. I received great applause - I really had fun onstage!
Now it's about 2:15am. I have a flight at 7:40am. I need to get back to the hotel and get sleep. But I can't because there are people just outside the door of the dressing room, waiting for pictures. I firmly believe in meeting the fans, taking pictures and chatting with them. They deserve that. If they took the time to get dressed up to come see the show, if they take the time to wait on line to meet me, the least I can do is give them that time. Besides, I confess, I LOVE people. I love that we all come in different shapes, sizes, colors, attitudes, races, creeds...and I love to try to connect with each person - even if for a second. And so, I take a moment...get a couple of sips of water, and the door is opened. By now, my feet are usually hurting...but I put on my chancletas (slippers) and just keep going. There are always a few people who challenge me: "Judy, you don't remember me, do you?" Um. Hm.
When I'm in a good mood and I'm not too tired, my response will be, "No, I'm so sorry. Where did we meet?" or "How do we know each other?"
When I'm in a bad mood, or exhausted to the point I may cry, my response is, "No, I'm sorry." Period. What else can I say? But in my mind, I'm thinking, 'Um, hello, if I remembered you, you probably wouldn't have to have asked me.' But I know how rude that sounds in my mind, so it never gets released from my mouth.
But I won't lie. I won't make believe I remember that person. About 20 years ago, someone asked me, "Judy, you don't remember me, do you?" I didn't remember him, but I felt SO horrible because he had this hopeful look in his eye. So, I lied to please him, "Yeah, how are ?" He challenged me: "Oh, yeah, you remember me? What's my name? Where did I meet you?" I stood there like an idiot. I swore I would never lie again. Truth be told, sometimes I do remember a person's face, but not the name. It's hard. In the span of ONE evening, I am easily introduced to at least fifty people. It's really hard.
Okay, I got off the subject. Sorry. So, after a show there are always a few drunk ones. It used to bother me, but now I just find it funny that the next day, they will probably remember nothing. So as I was taking pictures the three men with the starry eyes came in. They took pictures with me and seemed tickled pink. I felt honored to take the pictures with them. There was something special about them. And then one of them, asked me in Spanish what my nationality was. I told him that my mother is Puerto Rican, and my father is Cuban. Their eyes lit up...as if they couldn't light up any further. He announced to me that they were all from Cuba and had been in the country for just a year. I asked them what city...they were from Havana, the very city my father was born in.
My father speaks of Cuba frequently. He tells me of the white sandy beaches, the amazing music and the impeccable dancing that occurs there. My father came to this country when he was shy of 18 years old. I understand from his stories that it was a hazardous trip, and that when he got here in the winter time, the only word he knew in English was hamburger. I admire my father for his courage. To come to a land where you don't speak the language, or know the culture...to not even have a home or know of a friend or a relative who can get you started - that takes guts. And my father created a wonderful life for himself here...and later in life, he had his sister and mother join him here as well. It is a common story for many of our relatives, but it is always admirable..this country is built on immigrants. I sure wouldn't be here today if my parents had not come into this country.
And so, the three starry-eyed gentlemen began to tell me about how they would climb to the roof of their homes with antennae to desperately try and catch Power 96, a big radio station in Miami. They told me they could barely hear No Reason To Cry but they knew they loved it. Wow. Their story, told with so much passion, simply brought tears to my eyes. The idea that they could have been in trouble if they had been caught, but they risked it anyway, truly moved me. They had looked forward to this day, hoping they could finally hear me in person, meet me. So cool. I gave them pictures, I took more pictures with them and I hugged them...really, really hard. Wow. Now, that's what I call Freestyle Freaks!! Yo quiero mi Cuba libre!!! (I want my Cuba to be free)
First, I fly coach. LOL. I don't do first class. It would be nice, but let's face it; I'm not Lady Gaga. And I was sitting in the middle to two large men...and I'm a big girl too. I admit it must have been a funny sight. I land in Fort Lauderdale, a half hour away from Miami. We drive to the hotel, and I'm already sleep deprived from the day before because when I know I have a flight, I become anxious that I'll miss the alarm clock when it fires. So I take a nap...about an hour and a half. I wake to several messages and emails about the upcoming show in Atlantic City. I get picked up for the show around 11:30pm. I go onstage at 1:30am.
The Club at the Renaissance was the venue. The crowd was a good one. Scratch that. They were GREAT! I don't do Miami too often so I know the people who showed up really came to see me. AS I performed there were three men in the audience who were starry eyed. I rarely ever see men look at me that way. But something was different about them. Couldn't put my finger on it. As I performed, with each and every song, the energy from the audience expanded, and then I felt it. Euphoria. It's true happiness. And it is SO contagious. I feel it. The people feel it. And it is just the best natural high a person could have. When I sing, Please Stay Tonight, there is a small segment of the song where I move my hips right, left and as I do that, I lower my body. And then boom. I spring back up. Then I usually make a little joke about it. I say something like, "Ah, you didn't think I could get myself back up, huh?" Then the audience laughs, and so do I. So, there I was lowering my body....wait...um, hello? Oh, shoot!! I can't get up! LOL LOL LOL. Oh, my God! Seriously, I'm stuck. It may have been the shoes that were higher than usual, but for some reason, my legs just didn't have the oomph to pull myself up. So there I am, just squatting there. I have to sing in like 3 seconds. So, I did what we all have to do sometimes in life: I reached out for help. And two of the three men with starry eyes helped me up. I received great applause - I really had fun onstage!
Now it's about 2:15am. I have a flight at 7:40am. I need to get back to the hotel and get sleep. But I can't because there are people just outside the door of the dressing room, waiting for pictures. I firmly believe in meeting the fans, taking pictures and chatting with them. They deserve that. If they took the time to get dressed up to come see the show, if they take the time to wait on line to meet me, the least I can do is give them that time. Besides, I confess, I LOVE people. I love that we all come in different shapes, sizes, colors, attitudes, races, creeds...and I love to try to connect with each person - even if for a second. And so, I take a moment...get a couple of sips of water, and the door is opened. By now, my feet are usually hurting...but I put on my chancletas (slippers) and just keep going. There are always a few people who challenge me: "Judy, you don't remember me, do you?" Um. Hm.
When I'm in a good mood and I'm not too tired, my response will be, "No, I'm so sorry. Where did we meet?" or "How do we know each other?"
When I'm in a bad mood, or exhausted to the point I may cry, my response is, "No, I'm sorry." Period. What else can I say? But in my mind, I'm thinking, 'Um, hello, if I remembered you, you probably wouldn't have to have asked me.' But I know how rude that sounds in my mind, so it never gets released from my mouth.
But I won't lie. I won't make believe I remember that person. About 20 years ago, someone asked me, "Judy, you don't remember me, do you?" I didn't remember him, but I felt SO horrible because he had this hopeful look in his eye. So, I lied to please him, "Yeah, how are ?" He challenged me: "Oh, yeah, you remember me? What's my name? Where did I meet you?" I stood there like an idiot. I swore I would never lie again. Truth be told, sometimes I do remember a person's face, but not the name. It's hard. In the span of ONE evening, I am easily introduced to at least fifty people. It's really hard.
Okay, I got off the subject. Sorry. So, after a show there are always a few drunk ones. It used to bother me, but now I just find it funny that the next day, they will probably remember nothing. So as I was taking pictures the three men with the starry eyes came in. They took pictures with me and seemed tickled pink. I felt honored to take the pictures with them. There was something special about them. And then one of them, asked me in Spanish what my nationality was. I told him that my mother is Puerto Rican, and my father is Cuban. Their eyes lit up...as if they couldn't light up any further. He announced to me that they were all from Cuba and had been in the country for just a year. I asked them what city...they were from Havana, the very city my father was born in.
My father speaks of Cuba frequently. He tells me of the white sandy beaches, the amazing music and the impeccable dancing that occurs there. My father came to this country when he was shy of 18 years old. I understand from his stories that it was a hazardous trip, and that when he got here in the winter time, the only word he knew in English was hamburger. I admire my father for his courage. To come to a land where you don't speak the language, or know the culture...to not even have a home or know of a friend or a relative who can get you started - that takes guts. And my father created a wonderful life for himself here...and later in life, he had his sister and mother join him here as well. It is a common story for many of our relatives, but it is always admirable..this country is built on immigrants. I sure wouldn't be here today if my parents had not come into this country.
And so, the three starry-eyed gentlemen began to tell me about how they would climb to the roof of their homes with antennae to desperately try and catch Power 96, a big radio station in Miami. They told me they could barely hear No Reason To Cry but they knew they loved it. Wow. Their story, told with so much passion, simply brought tears to my eyes. The idea that they could have been in trouble if they had been caught, but they risked it anyway, truly moved me. They had looked forward to this day, hoping they could finally hear me in person, meet me. So cool. I gave them pictures, I took more pictures with them and I hugged them...really, really hard. Wow. Now, that's what I call Freestyle Freaks!! Yo quiero mi Cuba libre!!! (I want my Cuba to be free)
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Digging Out My Car; Digging Up the Feelings
I woke up to find I was sicker than I'd been for the last two weeks. I recently found out I have polyps in my sinuses, and they need to be removed. Until then, I will have recurring sinus infections. With my head foggy, and my skin on fire, I fought to get up. I really dreaded the thought of having to go downstairs, walk into the cold and dig my car out from the 8or so inches of snow.
Although I was bundled up with gloves, hat, hood, scarves. Yes, I must be very sick, becausue none of them match. God! Thank God I'm not Lady Gaga or Jennifer Lopez; otherwise the papparazzi would have a field day.Tomorrow's Headlines would read, "Judy finally gives us a reason to cry!" Anyway, with shovel in hand I began to dig for my treasure of a car. So many men pass by...they see me chopping ice. I wish one would ask if I need help. Wishful thinking indeed - chivalry is almost dead, at least on my block, lol.
An hour and fifteen minutes later, I walk away from my car glistening from the fresh snow removed. I look back with pride. But as I get to my home, I can barely walk because my chest hurts, my head is foggy, and my eyesight sees dimly from the sun looking at them for so long. It is then I go to the bathroom and take my temperature. Yep - fever 99.3. I called the pharmacy and asked if they deliver. They do, but they only accept cash. My wallet laughs at me..."Ha, ha $7.60..." That feeling returned again - the one I always try to push down, but somehow when I dug out the car I dug up the feeling: "I wish I had someone."
Then I begin playing the IF GAME in my mind: If I had a boyfriend, he could've helped me remove the snow from my car. If I had a boyfriend, I could ask him to do me a favor and pick up my prescription. Okay, let me stop. So I put my coat back on with my non matching outerwear accessories, and begin walking. Block 1: If I had a boyfriend, maybe he would make me soup. Block 2: If I had a boyfriend, maybe he'd demand I go lie down. Block 3:If I had a...Aw, NO!!! I walked three blocks, and I forgot my stupid wallet!!! Damn...you, see? If I had a boyfriend, etc. My friends don't even live close by for me to ask them. In all honesty, sometimes I just get tired of doing it all on my own. Maybe it's a blessing and I don't even know it. But for now...these small situations just remind me of what I push down...the occassional but profound sense of wanting someone by my side.
Although I was bundled up with gloves, hat, hood, scarves. Yes, I must be very sick, becausue none of them match. God! Thank God I'm not Lady Gaga or Jennifer Lopez; otherwise the papparazzi would have a field day.Tomorrow's Headlines would read, "Judy finally gives us a reason to cry!" Anyway, with shovel in hand I began to dig for my treasure of a car. So many men pass by...they see me chopping ice. I wish one would ask if I need help. Wishful thinking indeed - chivalry is almost dead, at least on my block, lol.
An hour and fifteen minutes later, I walk away from my car glistening from the fresh snow removed. I look back with pride. But as I get to my home, I can barely walk because my chest hurts, my head is foggy, and my eyesight sees dimly from the sun looking at them for so long. It is then I go to the bathroom and take my temperature. Yep - fever 99.3. I called the pharmacy and asked if they deliver. They do, but they only accept cash. My wallet laughs at me..."Ha, ha $7.60..." That feeling returned again - the one I always try to push down, but somehow when I dug out the car I dug up the feeling: "I wish I had someone."
Then I begin playing the IF GAME in my mind: If I had a boyfriend, he could've helped me remove the snow from my car. If I had a boyfriend, I could ask him to do me a favor and pick up my prescription. Okay, let me stop. So I put my coat back on with my non matching outerwear accessories, and begin walking. Block 1: If I had a boyfriend, maybe he would make me soup. Block 2: If I had a boyfriend, maybe he'd demand I go lie down. Block 3:If I had a...Aw, NO!!! I walked three blocks, and I forgot my stupid wallet!!! Damn...you, see? If I had a boyfriend, etc. My friends don't even live close by for me to ask them. In all honesty, sometimes I just get tired of doing it all on my own. Maybe it's a blessing and I don't even know it. But for now...these small situations just remind me of what I push down...the occassional but profound sense of wanting someone by my side.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
(1 of 2) Adventure of Interviewing Aventura - Uh, Are We On Latino Time?
Hardly slept last night, just knowing I had landed the chance to interview Aventura! I tossed and turned imagining what the interview would be like in my mind. Would I remember their names? Would I remember the statistics that have risen them to fame? Would I stutter? Blah, blah, blah! Fell asleep around 3am.
"Oh, my God! The interview!...what time is it? Oh, lol, it's only 7:30am!" I HATE that panicked feeling! I did all my errands, made my cafe con leche & watched the first 20 minutes of The View. Damn, I wish I was on that show! Why don't they have a host who's hispanic? Aren't we almost the majority minority? LOL...anyway, let me stop.
I checked my facebook, myspace and found so many good luck comments, and extra interview questions that the fans and friends gave me that it ignited a happier spirit. I looked over my notes, interview questions and decided that if I could just get the introduction down by heart, the interview would be a snap! Here's what I came up with: "Number 3 ont the Hot Tours list preceded only by Miley Cyrus and Britney Spears; Outselling Lady Gaga in ticket sales; 5 studio albums and their most current album entitled The Last remains at #1 on the Billboard Latin Charts for over 22 weeks; 76,000 fans, 4 sold out concert at the world's most famous arena, Madison Square Garden...Ladies and Gentleman: Aventuraaaaaa...Yes Sir!!" Confident that I had the opening, I took a 10 minute cat nap and made some business calls.
A bit later, the "romantic interest" I mentioned last night called me. I need to give him an alias...I think for now, I'll call him Mr. Mak! LOL. Anyway we chatted about our career endeavors and talked once again about meeting tomorrow after I do a quick video shoot...remember how I said yesterday that it seems something k,eeps getting in the way? Well, we hung up agreeing to meet tomorrow. I was confident that we sealed an address and a time...and then I put the tv back on, and hear the meteorologist ruin my day: "All NY schools closed tomorrow. Noreaster coming sooner than we thought...12-18 inches by tomorrow." Whaaaat???? Oh, my God...I can't win.
So I begin to get ready; rush to the station's studio. The interview is set for 6pm - 7pm.. I get to the station at 5pm. One hour early. I rehearse that opening statement at least 5 times. I got it. I'm good. I'm nervous. God, the butterflies...STOP!! The music director says, "Ready? Excited for 6:15?" Huh? Oh, okay I guess I was wrong...it's 6:15. Okay good. I have 15 extra minutes to prepare. 6:15 comes...no sign of Aventura: Romeo, Lenny, Henry and Max. We're told Max won't be coming. Okay, I can deal with that.
6:25
6:30
6:45 I begin hearing Jeopardy theme music in my head...
6:50.
Where are they? Oh, I guess they're on Latino time...you know, "I'm on my way...I'll be right there..I'm looking for parking, etc." LOL.
Now it's 7pm...they're here.
But I can't interview them because they are scheduled to do a LIVE webcast at 7pm. Can't let the fans down because the station has been advertising 7pm. So I 'm told I have to wait.
I watched the female fans swarm over them like bees protecting the queen in the hive. Cameras were atop of their. raised arms as an extenstion of themselves in hopes to catch them at the right moment.
8:00pm...are we ready now? No. Now they have to do "drops", the liners that artists record so the djs can play them before playing their songs on air. So I walked into the studio to watch and observe them. I was willing to do anything as long as I could disttract myself from my nerves taking over me. They were recording, laughing, joking. There were funny moments among them. I realized how down to earth and endearing they were and I finally relaxed.
8:20pm -they walked in.. (To be continued tomorrow.) I need sleep. Goodnight.
"Oh, my God! The interview!...what time is it? Oh, lol, it's only 7:30am!" I HATE that panicked feeling! I did all my errands, made my cafe con leche & watched the first 20 minutes of The View. Damn, I wish I was on that show! Why don't they have a host who's hispanic? Aren't we almost the majority minority? LOL...anyway, let me stop.
I checked my facebook, myspace and found so many good luck comments, and extra interview questions that the fans and friends gave me that it ignited a happier spirit. I looked over my notes, interview questions and decided that if I could just get the introduction down by heart, the interview would be a snap! Here's what I came up with: "Number 3 ont the Hot Tours list preceded only by Miley Cyrus and Britney Spears; Outselling Lady Gaga in ticket sales; 5 studio albums and their most current album entitled The Last remains at #1 on the Billboard Latin Charts for over 22 weeks; 76,000 fans, 4 sold out concert at the world's most famous arena, Madison Square Garden...Ladies and Gentleman: Aventuraaaaaa...Yes Sir!!" Confident that I had the opening, I took a 10 minute cat nap and made some business calls.
A bit later, the "romantic interest" I mentioned last night called me. I need to give him an alias...I think for now, I'll call him Mr. Mak! LOL. Anyway we chatted about our career endeavors and talked once again about meeting tomorrow after I do a quick video shoot...remember how I said yesterday that it seems something k,eeps getting in the way? Well, we hung up agreeing to meet tomorrow. I was confident that we sealed an address and a time...and then I put the tv back on, and hear the meteorologist ruin my day: "All NY schools closed tomorrow. Noreaster coming sooner than we thought...12-18 inches by tomorrow." Whaaaat???? Oh, my God...I can't win.
So I begin to get ready; rush to the station's studio. The interview is set for 6pm - 7pm.. I get to the station at 5pm. One hour early. I rehearse that opening statement at least 5 times. I got it. I'm good. I'm nervous. God, the butterflies...STOP!! The music director says, "Ready? Excited for 6:15?" Huh? Oh, okay I guess I was wrong...it's 6:15. Okay good. I have 15 extra minutes to prepare. 6:15 comes...no sign of Aventura: Romeo, Lenny, Henry and Max. We're told Max won't be coming. Okay, I can deal with that.
6:25
6:30
6:45 I begin hearing Jeopardy theme music in my head...
6:50.
Where are they? Oh, I guess they're on Latino time...you know, "I'm on my way...I'll be right there..I'm looking for parking, etc." LOL.
Now it's 7pm...they're here.
But I can't interview them because they are scheduled to do a LIVE webcast at 7pm. Can't let the fans down because the station has been advertising 7pm. So I 'm told I have to wait.
I watched the female fans swarm over them like bees protecting the queen in the hive. Cameras were atop of their. raised arms as an extenstion of themselves in hopes to catch them at the right moment.
8:00pm...are we ready now? No. Now they have to do "drops", the liners that artists record so the djs can play them before playing their songs on air. So I walked into the studio to watch and observe them. I was willing to do anything as long as I could disttract myself from my nerves taking over me. They were recording, laughing, joking. There were funny moments among them. I realized how down to earth and endearing they were and I finally relaxed.
8:20pm -they walked in.. (To be continued tomorrow.) I need sleep. Goodnight.
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