Love Rampage

20

Amber and I after work stop by my house so I can grab my clothes so that way I can get ready at her place. We decided that we're going to go check out the poetry place that open tonight seeing as though she said that they're having an event when she check her social media. I love poetry, I'm not saying I love spitting some bars, but it's just something about letting your heart open up.

"I can't wait to go, none of my friends like poetry like that to stand through a whole event. They feel as though music should always back up the person when I feel like that would defeat the purpose." Amber says as I did a finishing touch up on my hair.

"I understand, poetry is basically speaking from the heart, and beside if you're good enough then rhythm of your poetry and be your own beat to it."

"Exactly!"

"Why don't you write Amber?" 

Amber told me she use to write and perform, but eventually got writer block. She said her inspiration just wasn't there anymore when I feel like that's a lie.

She shrug her shoulders.

"I don't know, I just never look over..."

"That's a lie, but okay whatever bull shit you giving me I don't want to hear it." I told her as I grab my side bag. I walk to the door as Amber walks up behind me rolling her eyes.

"Free the Soul, I like the name of tonight event." Amber parks the car as I agree with her. 

As soon as we enter, all we can smell is weed all over, very strong too. 

"Now this is my type of vibe." Amber says analyzing the place. The place is big, but not to big. The lights were already dim, with spot lights flashing randomly. There was a small dancing area, bar, servers, and a medium size stage. 

"Let's sit right in the front of the stage so we can hear every word." I follow Amber to a nice spot.

After about an hour or two, people begin filling in, taking a lot of space up.

"Alright, alright, alright here it is folks the moment we've been waiting for. I don't know about you, but I'm ready to free my soul and let the heart take over!" Everyone claps up cheering.

"Now, for those who don't know me I'm Azul, no that's not my real name, nickname I go by, because I don't want y'all to know my government name." The crowd laughs as he say this.

"You already know how we do, if you want to sing, dance, spit some shit then just walk up to me that's on the side and we'll put up next. Sounds easy?" The crowd scream out yes and he nods his head.

"Alright, the band is going to start playing while you guys who wants to sign up can form a line right next to the stage on my left where you see my beautiful sister with the locs has a clip board." He points to where the women is standing. She waves her hand so that people can see.

He says more things and then exit the stage. Music begin playing.

"Amber, you have to do this! This is your chance to actually figure out of you still love it or not."

"By making a fool of myself up there?" Amber makes a face as she say this.

"Amber, I've read your poetry, and it's great."

"It's not stage great."

"How do you know that? Have you ever perform?"

"Not really..."

"Okay, so stop bitching and at least try. After, then you can tell me and yourself that you ain't shit, and we'll move on to the next subject." I knew I gave her straight attitude, but she's tripping if I don't let her do this.