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NIGHT CLUB ENTERTAINER

my friend Marcel and I in middle school years would go around the city looking for odd jobs such as cuting yards grass,picking up trash,washing high rollers and drug dealers cars in the hood/ghetto.one day we were walking by a night club called the fam room,the owner was out in his parking lot bitching and raving about the broken beer bottles,glass,cigarette butts,and trash his club goers left from last night.he turned and looked at me and Marcel and start yelling at us, "do you see this s**t!,I ain't gonna be cleaning up behind these grown mother f**kers!"every f**kin night"! the club owner was up in age,so Marcel and I took the broom from him and started cleaning up the parking lot,he gave us a facial expression of grateful and said y'all let me know when you finish,I remember me and Marcel high five and dancing while we cleaned up the parking lot because we knew we were going to get paid big.after we finish the parking lot we went inside,of course it's daytime and the club is not open for business,the owner told me and Marcel to have a seat at the bar,the owner was behind the bar making me and Marcel two Sheryl temples drinks with food,I don't remember the food but it was nightclub food,the club was black and red with a big size stage and a very small DJ booth,it was a cozy spot,the owner talked while me and Marcel drink and eat,and I was all ears as he talk about the entertainers who perform at his club,such as Bobby blue,Leroy and skillet and as such.in those days old folks watched over the youth,the owner was grateful for me and Marcel,he broke me and Marcel off ten dollars each and told us come back every Friday to clean up after the party goers.in those days TEN DOLLARS was a lot money to a thirteen year old living in the ghetto/hood.sometimes I would go down to that night club at night and sit at the door way to watch the entertainers on stage.one day me and Marcel was cleaning up the night club and I told Marcel that I was going to tell the owner I was a ventriloquist,so after we done cleaning up,me and Marcel was sitting at the bar drinking and eating and talking with the night club owner,and Marcel spoke out to the night club owner that I was a ventriloquist,before I could,I had a introduction ready and everything,the night club owner was shocked to the mention of a "ventriloquist" a poet,a singer,a dancer but a ventriloquist.The night club owner asked me was I any good, so I pick up his telephone and said hello! the voice on the other end said hello! hello!,I handed the phone to club owner he said there's know one there,he was amazed and told me to be a happy hour entertainer,right at that moment I knew I wanted to be a night club entertainer.  
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