Twenty seven years had gone by. Twenty seven years since the birth of a man, Of the man. The greatest funk band leader in the 80's. He sits in his studio listening to his latest work. "Needs A lil more." he says; A single tear rolls down his cheek as he hits record. Standing in front of the expensive microphone he dusts off his floor length green fur coat. Giving the feather in the brim of his hat a check he spoke. "Aight listen good because im only doing this once." the track is silent for ten seconds before a gunshot peaks the mic. The rest of the track is dead silence until a female voice is heard asking if everything's ok. The tape then ran out.
