Post by Troy & B&-y Meadows on Feb 3, 2012 16:59:45 GMT -5
The screen opens on the streets in the above picture. Endless background noise of Zydeco as well as locals chattering and walking. Some trumpets in the distance. The streets as usually seen are much deader then usual and only few people are actually walking in the background. The camera pans to the side catching Troy Meadows in a purple hoodie standing on the street corner. Both hands pushed into small pockets on the front of his hoodie. He is looking towards the ground as he begins talking.
Hello G H W faithful, welcome to the Big Easy, New Orleans. This is Bourbon Street for those of you who did not know. It looks rather dead today as Fat Tuesday is not near. But do you hear that?
Troy stops talking for a moment and his eyes close as all that can really be made out is some no name local Zydeco band.
"Music to my ears Louisiana is know for its beautiful music and wonderfully tasting foods. It is also a place where very beautiful woman roam the streets randomly. And as you know it is my home. I came home cause up in Boston no one knows what a Beignet is. A lot of you are probably wonder what it is right now. It is to die for is what it is."
A local waiter walks slightly into frame holding a pastry and hands it to Troy.
"Dere ya go Boudreau Juss outta da fria fer ja. Sorry bout da wait."
"Dun worra Mon Ami, Ja timin is purfek."
Troy wraps his arm around the waiter pulling him into frame some.
"You see G H W, down here in Louisiana we can wait a few minutes for perfection to be cooked, and we can lay back and relax knowing that we will be taken care of well. After all if your from the south your family, and if your just visiting we treat you like family as well."
Troy holds the Beignet up for the camera as it steams some.
"I dont know your name son but for all you watching this young man works at Cafe Beignet, at 311 Bourdon Street in wonderful New Orleans Louisiana. Nice plug I gave you guys there huh?"
Troy laughs softly as the guys face turns slightly lighting up happy about the free publicity he just got the company.
"Now in all seriousness there are several places to get a Beignet here in New Orleans, but right here on Bourbon street, this is the best. The have Jazz bands play for their crowd and you can also hear the Zydeco on the streets."
The waiter pulls out a photograph of Troy Meadows and holds it up.
"Ja sign dis fer mah?"
"Of coarse Mon Ami."
Troy pulls out a pen and begins to sign his name on the photo.
"How are dey up dere Boston?"
"Motier foux Couyon Texians Mon Ami."
(Translation:"Half witted Stupid non Louisianians my friend.)"
Both laugh softly before the waiter takes his signed picture and walks off camera. Troy then turns back to the camera looking directly at it.
"A Begneit is like a doughnut in a way. Although it is the same ingredients it tastes completely different. Be it the atmosphere or the culture down here or whatever it is they taste nothing alike. Swo Daem, our relationship is like a Begneit. Down here we had the music and the culture to keep us the way we were. Up in Boston, were just a doughnut. Down here we just sprinkle powdered sugar onto a Begneit. Up there they have to put a glaze on it to make it taste half decent. There was not enough glazing up there to keep us the same as we were."
Troy takes a soft breath as he looks back towards the ground.
You say you want me to remember, you think I cover up some dark secret. I was born and raised in this state. I came home to let you and all of G H W know that i hold nothing back. What I say it is is what it is. Dawn of Destruction is this Sunday, if what you have to say is so important then why wait any longer. Speak your peace then and there. Tell these fans what my secret is. No need to cook it too long or else you will kill the flavor of the gumbo Boudreau.
Troy lifts the Begneit to his lips and takes a bite from it chewing and swallowing before talking again.
I see it in her eyes, Brandy worries about you. I can tell she worries what you will do to her. I know you will not hurt her though. So do her a favor, and aim your vengeance at me. If you feel you need to get revenge then take it out on me and leave her out of this. And know I plan to show up for your match, see you there Boudreau."
Troy takes another bit from the Begneit as he walks off camera and the Zydeco music is the only thing that can be heard until the camera turns to black cutting off.
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