Music Thesis

Chapter 3 - Omar Carlo's Personality of Raw, Unfiltered Calamity

I fell asleep twice even on 2 sachets of black coffee, but I should be where I'm supposed to be: San Diego, California.

After asking - forgive me - scamming, uncooperative taxi drivers, and 4 buses, and following the directions given to me by the sources I corresponded with, I was led to an unassuming house.

Of course, since this is America, this house was larger than average than what any Los Angeles anchor-baby can even dream to afford, complete with a nice chimney, a garage with a large red G-Wagen - huh, wonder what he's compensating for there - and the sweet noise of dogs coming from the front porch. Or rather, a dog.

I approached the seemingly well-behaved yet noisily-breathing dog, and found a name tag.

"Doctor Sheldon Cooper." I read. "Huh, ok...?"

I knocked on the door.

*Knock knock knock*

Then after only a few moments, a man answers the door.

This weirdly short figure, who's probably in their late-20's and still has a blue headset on his neck wearing weirdly-convincing dog ears and what I hope to be a strap-on tail that looks so convincingly connected up his-

seemed to be unassuming, yet was probably the guy I was looking for.

"Um, hello," he awkwardly answered: "how can I help you?"

"Good evening, sir." I answered back. "My name is Joshua John Grant, you can call me JJ."

"Um... ok?" he retaliated.

"I'm a working certified journalist for the music newspaper company Ear Candy under Sony Music Entertainment Inc. and here is what you need to know in my card." I said as I handed him my card.

"Wow, ok." he said as he read what was in my card half-assedly as to be expected. "Why would a music journalist all the way from L.A. come here on my front doorstep?"

"The truth is, umm..." I said to him.

"Omar." he said.

"Omar, right." I said back. " The truth, Omar, is that Ear Candy has been wanting to interview for quite some time, in recent events. I was one of 6 writers in a meeting about currently up-and-coming music electronica artists, which I took part in, which you were mentioned in, and also in which a Sony Music executive was present on. He's very impressed in your work, and actually hired me to correspond with you in an interview."

"I-yea-look, this is all so overwhelming," said Omar: "to take in all at once."

"And if you're lucky, Omar," I explained: "Sony could hire you, and if you're super lucky enough, you might get your talent on the big screen starring Evan Peters in this new sci-fi noir film in collaboration with Netflix; you'll be big news!"

Then he started stuttering.

"Yeah, I-i-i-i-i," Omar said as he struggled to speak: "um..."

Then he just faints on the floor.

"Holy shit, umm..." I said in a panic: "call 9/11! 9/11!"

And then he just gets back up!

"No, no no no no no." he said in a slurred speech. "That won't be necessary."

"What the actual fuck?!" I exclaimed. "How did you get up?!"

"So... JJ, right?" Omar asked.

Picking up my composure as well as he is, I continued on with my huckster sales-pitch.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"You want to interview me?" Omar asked.

"Yeah, that's correct." I said.