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!pwFT01FCm. 08/18/10(Wed)16:34 No.3440452>>3440448 Upon
heading over to Hardcore Synergy to speak with my friend, who was GR
and was the main contact between me and the guests coming, only to find
out that shit had gotten all wrong. Two of the DJs were completely
exhausted, and another couple were plain missing. Their contact had no
idea as to what was happening, and I just left it to him, to try to get
back to the hotel. At this point, right outside of Club Nokia, I got a
text message from my friend who was supposed to be keeping a grip on
things, that way too many people were showing up. "Awesome, so kick them
the fuck out." I thought, but apparently that wasn't happening. I got
on the bus to the hotel and got about halfway, just to get another text
message informing me that everyone was being kicked out of the room. So,
upon arriving, I see an alarming number of my friends and their things
in the lobby, and head upstairs to our floor as quickly as possible
without looking like I'm flipping shit. WITHIN TWO SECONDS of getting
off the elevator, a man in a suit standing by the elevator looks at me
and says, "Mr. Johnson, I presume?" as if we're in a fucking action
movie, and I give him a curt "Yeah, what's up?". He tells me that he and
I need to have a walk to the front desks. The Night Manager tells me
that no one is allowed back in my room besides me (apparently the other
two people registered to the room were not so), and that any more noises
would lead to my eviction from the premises. So I go back upstairs, and
I have everyone swiftly remove shit from my room as I think of what to
do next, just in time for another phone call.
"Mr. Johnson, I thought we had an agreement." |