A Halloween Mystery

💙Trae💙

Trae was on top of the world. With the effects of cocaine flowing through his blood stream. He was performing at his nightclub called Club Neptune and was the top performing House artist in Minneapolis.

Trae was a disc jockey, and to a small part of Minneapolis, was the best. He was just about to put on a new record and everyone below him on the neon dance floor was dancing.

He felt something slip into his pocket and he smirked knowing that was his delivery from Morris. He decided while the song was playing he would step into the club's bathroom to do a bump, but when he reached into his pocket, he realized it was a piece of paper. A letter to be exact.

He opened it to read it:

"Dear Mr. Trae Smith

You have won an award for best performing artist of the decade. You are to attend a formal dinner party to receive your award."

Trae gasped as he continued reading where this dinner party would be.

"Oh my God. Wait, wait...I'm getting an award?!" Trae was excited.

This was better than a line of cocaine. This was...amazing. He was finally getting acknowledged for all the hard work he's put in.

He stuffed the letter into his pocket before going out to finish his set. He needed to go home and tell his girlfriend the news. She would be so proud of him.

Trae left the club as soon as the other artist to take his place showed up. He got into his azure blue car and drove to his apartment. Although he was feening for a bump, he was always happy to go home to his girlfriend.

When he parked in the parking lot of the apartment complex, he exited his car and practically ran inside to his apartment.

His girlfriend, Susannah, was wearing one of his t shirt and a pair of underwear and the thickest socks to make dinner.

"Susannah, you're never gonna believe this. I'm receiving an award!" Susannah turned around to greet him with a smile. He could see the excitement and approval in her eyes which is what he loved the most about her.

"Wait, you're serious?!" She asked as she placed her spatula down on the counter to snatch the letter from his hand.

"Oh my God! Wait, wait! You are!" She said excitedly and was jumping up and down and Trae hugged her.

"Finally! I'm so proud of you, baby. You're about to be a star!" She said before kissing his cheek.

"It says you have to dress formal. I hope you have a suit, Trae." She said before placing the letter on the counter and picking up her spatula.

Trae went to their bedroom and opened his closet. He had variety. There was an azure blue trench coat, a white button up, and azure blue colored slacks.

"I don't think I have any nice shoes, Susannah! Trae called from the bedroom.

Susannah entered the room holding a shoe box.

"You said you've always wanted these. And...you're a decent enough boyfriend to get them." Trae turned around to walk up to his girlfriend that was holding the box.

He flipped open the lid to see a pair of azure blue wingtipped dress shoes.

"Oh my God. Wait, wait...the wingtips." He said before looking at her and she leaned over the box to kiss him.

"Congratulations for everything you do. I'm so proud of you." She whispered against his lips.

On the night of the dinner party, Trae pulled up and was surprised to see his Coke dealer Morris walking up to him.

But Trae was more shocked when he saw his doctor...Doctor Matthew Fink.

"Fink, what the fuck are you doing here?!" Trae asked really irritated to see that scam artist here.