Darren
by Stella Steele
Darren emerges onto the stage.
He’s over six feet tall and clean-shaven with short hair. He has large, light eyes and full, sensuous lips, and a muscular body to die for.
The tail drops deep as does my light/
I never flip, ‘cause to flip is the mother of right/
Beyond the walls of drums, life is defined/
I think of love when I’m in a Chicago state of mind/
Now he’s unstoppable. There’s no denying his charisma, his natural talent. He makes rapping seem effortless as if he’s been doing it all his life, and it comes as naturally to him as breathing. I sip my drink while my eyes remain fixated on his performance. His eyes are scanning the crowd as he raps, and all of a sudden, they land on me. He stares deeply into my eyes, not looking away from me. I feel breathless...
He’s over six feet tall and clean-shaven with short hair. He has large, light eyes and full, sensuous lips, and a muscular body to die for.
The tail drops deep as does my light/
I never flip, ‘cause to flip is the mother of right/
Beyond the walls of drums, life is defined/
I think of love when I’m in a Chicago state of mind/
Now he’s unstoppable. There’s no denying his charisma, his natural talent. He makes rapping seem effortless as if he’s been doing it all his life, and it comes as naturally to him as breathing. I sip my drink while my eyes remain fixated on his performance. His eyes are scanning the crowd as he raps, and all of a sudden, they land on me. He stares deeply into my eyes, not looking away from me. I feel breathless...
