Money Nels, an established figure in the entertainment world, occupied an office directly next to Storm’s. Every day, as he strolled across the hardwood floor in the freshest new gear, he would make his presence known without ever saying a word. Known for also representing some powerful names in the industry, I often saw celebrities make their way toward his office to discuss their radio promotion strategies. Around this time, Remy Ma was released from prison after serving six years, and with a buzz in the streets for her return home, Nels asked for my help in putting together promotional material for her return performance at B.B. Kings. With all the tools I needed readily available in my office, I crafted a 15-second commercial spot, which Nels would have played on Power 105. After the final MP3 was bounced, I walked over to his office with a smile on my face. “Holy shit, that’s you?” My ability to turn my radio voice on and off would often catch spectators off guard, and as he celebrated my efforts in assisting him, he offered an invitation for my wife Brenna and me to attend. Now, having never been to a Hip Hop show before, I had no idea what to expect. But as the night approached, we became anxious at the thought of witnessing this return performance at B.B. Kings. We arrived at the venue, and while the streets were flooded with ticket holders, Brenna and I stood off to the side, alongside Storm and his wife, while Nels laid down the foundation for Remy’s arrival. After issues with crowd control, we finally made our way inside, where I immediately resorted to buying drinks. The club DJ spun all types of records and kept the crowd entertained as best he could. But one hour turned into two, and two turned into three, and before long, Brenna and I decided to head home before the performance had even started. Having mixed feelings about what I had just witnessed, I balanced the anger of having the performance postponed hour after hour with the realization that there are no rules in the entertainment industry. Remy Ma had opted to use this return to show that she was in complete control of what she wanted to do with her life, and I envied the sentiment.

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