The 53rd Annual GRAMMY Awards - Roaming Inside

Chapter 1
    I was walking down the sidewalk in Detroit Michigan, past the Shady Records building, a building that I wish I could just walk right into, but tu have to have a special pass to get in. My friend, Megan, and I learned that the hard way back in 2000 when we tried to walk in just to check it out. This large black guy and his stupid friend threw us out the back door, and told us that if we ever did that again they'd call the cops, and we'd go to jail for break in o something, but that was two years ago. They should have just let us off with a warning, but they...

“Lily wake up, your gonna be late for school!” your mom yells shaking you… tu open your eyes slowly….
“Huh?” tu ask. “Its Monday already?” tu ask confused thinking that it was only supposed to be Sunday…
“Yes, tu must have been very tired last night,” tu mom says with a smile……
“Yeah cause I don’t remember even going to bed,” tu say. *wait… that sounds very bad* tu think to yourself… your mom just smirks at you.. tu give her a funny look she ignores it and walks out the room.
“Get dressed!” tu hear her call back. tu sigh and stand up… tu slowly...

“Who is it?” tu ask your mother as she comes back into the kitchen.
“I don’t know, he just asked for tu two,” your mother explains and sits down at the table… tu and Marshall look at each other confused, tu both sort of hesitate to move. “Well aren’t tu gonna go talk to him?” your mom asks.
“Uh what does he look like?” Marshall asks quickly.
“Hes kinda fat, and hes black. Why?” she asks confused.
“Uhh how bout tu tell him that we just left,” Marshall says figuring its DeAngelo.
“Hes gonna ask were we went, tu know that,” tu say though your teeth to Marshall....

“Abby! What the hell is the matter with you?” Wanda, your friend from high school asks as she enters your office. tu look up at her with no expression on your face. “You’ve been staring at that same damn paper for 30 minutes. And tu have that same expression on your face,” shes says. tu still don’t answer her “Whats wrong!?” she yells at tu and closes the door, she sits down in one of the chairs like shes one of your clients o something.
“I don’t feel like talking about it,” tu say with the same expression on your face that tu have had for the past 30 minutos according...