The Music Deal (Episode 4)
Read episode 3 HERE
Two
hours later, the host of the programme came on stage to tell us all the things
we already knew about 2face. He also tried to be funny and he was a bit more
successful with that, he even got a smile out of the bored me. After everything
he said to us about 2face to make us excited, he invited one unknown guy to
come on stage for his performance. His performance was so bad I forgot his name
without any trace of guilt in me. When he was leaving the stage, I was
relieved.
The
host ran onto the stage to introduce the second musician to perform, MadFury.
Who uses such a stage name? Maybe he would pleasantly surprise us. He came on
stage with a charisma of musician who was already a big star. He had dreadlocks
on his head, golden chain on his neck, golden wristwatch on his hands, wore a
Gucci t-shirt and Nike boots. I thought it was only a matter of time before he
would reach his potential. Until he opened his mouth and I had to retract my
thoughts.
The Music Deal Episode 4 |
His
music stank from the stage to where I was. How could he have that confidence
when his music was that bad? I could proudly say the music group I belonged to
in secondary school sang far better than that. The sham he called music made me
doubt the authenticity of the accessories on him. I couldn’t wait for him to get
off the stage, or fall off it if possible. He deserved it especially if part of
my money, my brother’s money will be used to pay him. My brother is usually the
patient one and he was furious. Don’t even ask about me.
The
performances gradually improved and almost an hour later, the host called the
name I – probably all of us – had been expecting to hear. As 2face Idibia came
on stage, I just found my legs straightening and I found I was not alone. Most
people in the regular section were on their feet to welcome the grandmaster.
“Nothing
dey happen,” he said amidst the sweetness of the musical instruments. Before I
could wrap my mind around seeing my idol, he had started singing.
“Once
upon a time I met this lovely baby…” he started. It was pure joy. I had never
sang his songs with as much happiness as I showed that night. It went beyond a
concert, it became a party. It became a holy communion. People were jumping up,
singing at the top of their voices as though they wanted to break their vocal
cords. It was crazy.
The
surprising thing, maybe unsurprising considering the quality of music, was that
even people in the VIP section were on their feet, singing, some as
enthusiastic as people in the regular section. Good music, I learnt that day,
make very important people forget their importance. It touches everybody in
their soul, the basest part of them, and we can all feel high in the same way
no matter how important some people are or think they are.
During
the bustle, I felt two soft bundles of tissue touch me at my shoulder blades. I
had a guess because the touch was too familiar. When I looked back, my guess
was correct. A lady was jumping and singing and throwing her hands behind me.
She
was so energetic I was proud of her even though we had never met. I took a
closer look at her. She lacked the blessing of facial beauty but had most other
things going for her. She had big hips, flat stomach, and sizable breasts that
my shoulder blades were crying out for. I would surely talk to her later. I had
to enjoy more of 2face first.
To be continued...
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