Not a Sugar Daddy, but he does eat fire...

So, I am running around the city dropping off headshots to people that are suppose to discover my inner glow and star quality, when I go to the subway.

I'm walking down and suddenly my hips are gyrating and my hands are clapping to some incredible african drum beats. 

I walk closer to see which homeless man is rocking my music style, and it's this young good looking guy. I stare at him , shaking and tapping my foot, all in an attempt to get a drum rip maybe dedicated to me. When he looks back at me. Right then the train comes in between our eye contact, and love is postponed.

I take this opportunity to run and drop money in his bucket. I thought I would just leave money and he would see me and talk to me. So I dropped 10 dollars, maybe buy his love. He doesn't see me put the money in his bucket. I then almost dropped my business card, but I thought no, he's just a stranger....

But then, the next day I'm walking down the stairs to my subway stop, and I hear the same music. It is him again. He waves to me and then stops playing and motions me to come over to him. I run to the top and he runs to the top . I think this is when he is going to grab me and kiss me and then we will go prance off to drum beat heaven... but instead he tells me to go to mikealaska.com

So,  I yell to him, " My names Laura!" He was already gone, just the homeless guy heard me in the deafening silence of the moment. 

Oh, Hi to another New York artist that only cares about themselves. 

However, I am still taken  by his charm and incredible talent. So,  ( I apologize I'm saying So a lot), but So, like I go to his like website...Riiiight...

So, I go to his website and the dude eats fire and plays, it's nasty talent. Like I've never seen anything like this. And, what is more impressive, is the way the dude is following his dreams. He's got a website, youtube channels, and he plays in the subway. He is combining the old traditional way of getting discover with modern technology.  I just love it.

So, today, I see him again. It's basically date three, but whose counting...And the sparks where gone. I mean we had a connection. So, I begin the same ol tap routine where I tap my feet like I'm some big tap dancer waiting to be discovered. Nothing. I thought maybe he would  see the beats of my feet and we could at least get on the same rhythm  link... No link.

But, the dude is gonna be famous. And I'm gonna blog about him.  I mean if we aren't going to have a love affair, I'm at least going to follow him on his thunder ( like steal his thunder). 

I'm going to be that creepy girl that follows him on his musical subway journey  with my pen and paper and I stand behind the pole and monitor his performance.  I'll wear a black suit and a black hat, real sherlock holmes like, and then when I see him talking to someone that might discover him I'll pop out and hand them my headshot and resume and run away in the dark of night. 

Speaking of blogging about Mr. Alaska....I think he was having a bad day, low energy, threw his drum sticks in the air and dropped one. This dropping of the drum stick really put Mr. Alaska in a foul mood, it was as if it was the fourth quarter, the team was depending on him and he dropped the ball putting the other team ahead by 100 points... Sorry I hope the football analogy didn't confuse the non football lovers...

Ok, but back to the real point of this essay....So, My boyfriend eats fire. I like how that sounds. 

PS. Is there a better segue word than So? 

www.mikealaska.com