“Crazy God Mother II” Excerpt 3.1, “the Party”

“What’s wrong with him?” Me.

“I don’t know,” Dernio.

Life remains normal after the party and I was so happy on that day.

It was a fresh catch, a catch can only happen within a time zone. It means, today everyone acts this way and tomorrow, everything can be changed naturally and I am so happy that I know exactly when to catch the freshness.

It is like everyone sitting near the table with one fish dish, a whole fish.

I know where I should aim for, the part under the eye, but above the mouth.

Since it looks the same color, people on the same table did not know how tasty that part is.

Unless, I feed one of them.

“But it is not just the fish, if your world is limited to fish, it will be too limited,” my white Indian god dad told me in the car while I was telling him the story of if not being told which part of the fish is the most tasty part, I may never figure it out myself.

He meant there are other seafood to try, yes the Oyster.

“Yeah, one time when I was talking to them about water contamination and delusion project, they thought I meant something else. I really want to play that game but it just hard for me to believe. It is not like I experienced too much, or maybe a lot,” me.

My India God Dad is a genius because he knows the power of music composition and timing.

Boshi’s God Dad is my uncle and his theory to Boshi is, “as long as you want, I will put that budget for you to spend.”

“Why not me?” Me.

When Boshi was the American Idol candidate, he trains very hard. I can see him singing every day in a studio and twist all the words with melody. If I were pick the next Mariah Carey, I will definitely pick him.

Those type of singing style was the reason why I stopped singing professionally for 7 years.

I told my Indian God Dad that, “I can never out beat the blacks who naturedly have the singing voice like Jennifer Hudson. I don’t have the tone, that nature construction is just for the best singer competition and I am in the U.S.”

But why now rap music is more a thing or I do not even know what song people listening.

Every Friday, Indira and the team will have a meeting and this week is to discuss how to make the promotion real.

“Everybody, follow Boshi’s Instagram,” Indira.

Yep, it is Indira’s Instagram and the short videos are the videos people believe that Boshi made on his own.

Purchase 1 million fans to see and we make the writing.

“This singer is so good,” comment 1.

“This singer singing from soul I can tell,” comment 2.

“This singer is very attractive but his voice is like gift from God,” comment 3.

“Ok, I seriously do not know what to write about,” I told Indira.

Try this, Indira used Lamore, my brother’s account, “I will marry him if he can be my husband, so I can listen to his singing everyday.”

I was laughing with Indira while in her car and again I need to emphasize that only this type of relationship can meet the definition of “soul mate”.

“This week’s paycheck, and please do some online coaching with my ex,” Indira.

Of course, the ex she met when she was driving her most expensive car and that dude is from middle east.

“To do what? make you have more rights to talk about sex with me? Nah” Me.