“Yo, uhm—” he takes his headphones off his ears, his head hung low. “—you…I think you pretty nice when you were spittin’ on the mic.” he scratches his neck, clearly nervous.

After choking on stage, he wanted to stay low and not be recognized by anyone. But your talent needed to be appreciated and credited. He’s never seen some much creativity and ambition.

“You could find a label easily.” he chuckles, playing with his hands. He looks you up and down, taking note of your attire.