Originally Posted 1/7/09
Eric King is the official King of Nightlife. As a NY executive with close ties to the community, he is also a financier of the Nightlife industry providing a lot of support to other event planning companies and promoters. Not only does he invest he also is a nightclub owner. He is a very powerful man who has established a monopoly on the industry as a whole through his growing business connections. His love life brings on more tribulations outside of the apparent hate he is already subjected to by his high status that his success had provided.
Malcolm XXX is a close friend and business partner to King. Although he is a flamboyant personality with a strong opinion for women, his loyalty to King and hard work in event industry has coined him as the backbone of the company as well as a key player to the successful events.
Kathryn is smart, and classy. Her friends influence this young elementary school teacher social life by introducing her to the club scene. Naïve and fresh she catches King’s eye.
Dee is a gold digging and extravagant club girl. She loves the finer things but has a dead end retail job (at a high-end store of course). She is introduced into a new way of making money through Anthony’s, her new boo, club-promoting opportunities.
Anthony and Vito are the head event planners for GM ENT who wants to rise up in the nightlife industry.
When these people interact, they will provide drama as well as excitement. The story will provide insight into the club industry as well as other issues that is closely related such as love, sex, and safety.
Exiting the club, I was shocked to see a woman screaming and acting a fool. At first, I thought she had one too many drinks but then I noticed she was wearing jean, sneakers and a hoodie so it was apparent she wasn’t in the club or any other venue that night.
“YOU BASTARD! I HATE YOU ERIC!” she screamed swinging a baseball bat in her hand. BANG, there went the windshield. Glass scattered everywhere. “LIAR!” BANG, there went the passenger side windows. “CHEATER!” CLINK. BANG, she dented the hood. The pavement glittered with microscopic crystals. An irate brown skin woman was destroying a top luxury car right in front of the club while bouncers and pedestrians watched in amazement. This woman really went in; I wondered who dared to scorn her. Then again, you don’t realize someone is crazy until you hit that nerve.
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Sounds interesting. I bet plenty of people will be able to relate to atleast one of the characters in the story. Definitely looking forward to reading the finished piece. Keep me in the loop. If you need help proofreading/editing, holla at your girl. Correct grammar is my forte'.
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