{ Tuesday, December 25th, 1933]

“What a cocky Bastard, he left his family for his negr0-ill fitting dream.”

It had only been 2 years since he reached fame oustide of Harlem yet, already the tabloids created a name for him. Of course they did. It was his non-existing birthday today, the one he would usually celebrate with his family until they figured out he chose to be a raging “h0m0 scatter-singing junk!e instead of becoming the respectable young talented man they thought he was going to be.

Really, there wasn’t much family to talk about. Cab was one of the 5 siblings in the household and his mother Martha was never really in touch with reality, some said she had to little on her plate, others said too much. Although However you want to interperet the situation, everyone knew the woman was narcotic. She excepted perfection from each kid while her herself was still a mess and perhaps the fact she saw the children grew to resemble the good for nothing negr0 father angered her. Cab’s father (Cabel II) died when he was two and Martha used this to her advantage to fabricate stories to the children However Cab’s sister, the golden child Blanche wasn’t so niave and the family secretly knew the other three siblings most likely had different father’s or mothers but they still continued all loved eachother like a trust fund. Nobody wanted to point out the truth so the silk cotton stayed on with no stains.

That was until little golden girl Blanche became a big girl. Like brother Cab, she broke away and ventured on her own musical career in a trailer with a band. This broke Martha and the other three children completely. The other 3 went on to live a life fitting for a negr0, John went on to become a lawyer and the rest worked in something “pratical enough” likes maths and science.

Cab was used to rejection, corruption, dr!gs and excitement he had made his mark and so he’ll continue to do so——-

“Ay, Calloway!” His band member shouted as he saw him leaning, shaking over the sink, the tips of his hair wet.

“Your not coming to celebrate your birthday?” He murmered gently, leaning in

Calloway hid his frazzled look and glared back at him, he was the “white guinea-pig” calloway called him. Black people werent allowed to own properties, they just used him for one reason only or so they thought.