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| The Motown Platinum Records | Started by: Coltrane on May 12, '17 00:37 |
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The air was hot and Coltrane's sweaty fingers where flying all over his saxophone. He had hired himself and his band to play at his smoking bar, the Huff and Puff. They where playing some compositions of his, mostly jazz and free jazz. They finished their set early, to party a little with everyone there. The whole yard was filled with people dancing and smoking, and the hot box seemed to be leaking with thick white smoke. Coltrane picked up a cigarette and walked in the crowd, chatting left and right. Suddenly, his new bodyguard Dexter came running to him. "Boss! BOSS! Gavin_Guile is asking for you in his office! He wants to see you as soon as possible!" Sweat was running down his forehead, caused by all the running around. Coltrane politely excused himself to the people he was chatting with and swiftly made his way out of the bar. He grabbed his bike and started to pedal towards the huge tent, wondering why his boss would want to see him, he hadn't done anything wrong if he remembered correctly. He quickly made his way to the circus tent, shifting his gears to the highest. Maybe it was an emergency and he needed help. He arrived in the matter of minutes and rushed inside. "You needed me Gavin?" he asked, out of breath. The bossman had a concerned look on his face, and brightened up at Coltrane's appearance. "Ah yes there you are mate! Sit down please, we need to talk." A rush of adrenaline shot through Coltrane's whole body. That wasn't a good sign. "As you know, our crew is filled, so how do you feel about moving in Black Bottom and help this wonderful city grow?" A small smile grew on Coltrane's face, he wasn't in trouble after all. "I would love to! Detroit is a great city and I'd love to help it grow!" He couldn't stop smiling, excited about the news. "Music, this city needs more music! How about I start a record label? Motown Platinum Records?" "Sounds terrific! To the Motown Platinum Records!" exclamed the bossman, handing a cup of golden champagne to his Right Hand. They both finished their cups with one big sip. "Do you have any idea who you're going to bring with you?" "I already have a little idea, you know John-Dillinger? He's the most handsome man of the crew! He's a great mafioso I see a lot of potential in him. And for my Left Hand, the pretty but deadly Swalinny will join me! Mafia runs in her blood, her family roots in this world go way back, she'll be awesome!" Coltrane smiled to his bossman after his explanations, his excitement was causing butterflies in his stomach. It was going to be quite an adventure! |
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Today was the day. It was all his good friend Coltrane has been talking about. Bringing music and business to Detroit. Today. Was. The. Day. After being awoken by the blasted phone once again...He picked it up. "H.. Hello? Ahh! What!? Today!? Shit" he covered the phone with his chest and turned around, "Out! Now, fuck you mean a tip? Oh not that tip? Still, get dressed and get out!" He said to some woman he brought back from the bar last night. He put the phone back to his ear "Yes... I'll be there. Give me five minutes." He said calmly, putting the phone down he got his coat on and kicked the woman out before heading to the location Coltrane gave him. Being a man of his word John was there in five minutes, he walked into the huge tent, and straight to Gavin_Guile's office. "Today is the day! Shit. I should have probably learnt to play an instrument..." He said chuckling before pulling out Three of his finest cigars and handing them out before lighting his then tossing the lighter at Coltrane. "It's an honour you chose me brother. And to you Gavin. I thank you for housing me for the short time, it's been a blast. Let's bring the best music talent to Detroit!" |
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| Reply by: John-Dillinger at May 12, '17 00:48 | |
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Gavin accepts the cigar not waiting for the light, with a snap of his fingers the tip of his index finger catches fire. The things you pick up running a circus, he never was without a light. Watching the two men before him talk and plan he spins a knife from finger to finger, coming to a decision and slams the knife down sticking the blade in his desk. “it’s decided! Congrats on all your hard work Coltrane and congrats on your new position John-Dillinger but why are you both still here get out of here go out celebrate tell the world! And most importantly do what I know you can do grow expand and be happy.” Grabbing his hat and cane Gavin stands and makes is way to the door with the other two in tow. He takes them outside and stuffs them into his clown car, tapping the roof he sends them off while going back inside to set up his gift to Coltrane as congratulations. |
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| Reply by: Gavin_Guile at May 13, '17 00:00 | |
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