Modern Folklore

[Applause, rap music in club, glass door opens]

Oh. Ha, ha, ha, ha. Yeah. Man.

That shit was lit bro.

Fuck, yeah.

Man you see all those people.

That's what we need, man.

Packed houses. Yes sir. Shit.

Had that crowd jumping.

[Rap music inside club, distant traffic]

All right.

Whens the next show then?

Next week cuz.

We got that venue in Old Town.

Oh, hell yeah.

That shit'll be dope.

You know it.

And they can't fuck wit' us like they couldn't fuck with us this week.

No, they cannot. for sure, though.

I got dip, homie.

You know I can't keep my fans waiting.

Hit me up on Thursday, aight?

Yes sir.

Hey, My friend is dating a producer.

You should invite him to the next show. Yeah.

All right. Sounds good babe.

Shit!

Son of a bitch!

Yo. You need a ride, bro?

Thanks cuz.

Shits been crapping out on me all week.

I gotta get this shit fixed.

All good, bro.

My cousin owns a shop not too far from here.

I'll bring you back tomorrow.

You could drop it off with him.

Aight. Cool.

Where he at.

He's on thirty fifth and Van Buren.

He does good work too he'll hook you up.

Bet, let's hit 'em up tomorrow, then?

What the hell?

Why they gotta close the highway off.

Damn,

babe, we got to go, like, 45 minutes out of the way.

Shit. Yo!

Is there another way to your house?

Nah, This is it.

Gotta go the long way.

Just cruise down the road. We'll get there.

Yo! mind if I blaze one?

Hell nah.

Light that shit up.

So then these two dudes took the mic.

During my mic check.

And I was like, fuck that shit.

I gripped the mother fucking mic and I broke

that motherfuckers nose.

And then the promoter came and grabbed me off the stage.

What?

What's fucked up the most is,

I promoted the shit out of that show.

That's fucked up.

Your flows are so

tight, you just need the right person to see you perform Jules.

My guy is not like that.

Let me rep you. I'll call him up tomorrow.

You trust this dude?

I don't know.

I mean, he's dating my friend.

But he has some big ass names

Jules. He's looking for an opening act.

Yeah, he's legit dog.

I worked with him in the past.

and he pays good too.

Shit my nigga.

That's all you had to say in the first place!

I bet.

I'm in.

Bet.

Shit.

What the hell do I just run over?

I'm awake now cuz. What the fuck just happened?

[Ominous music, flat tire thumping]

[Car door opens, interior bell dinging]

What the fuck is this?

Shit.

Hey, babe. You okay? Fuck!

What the hell is this thing?

Yo. You good?

What the fuck is that?

I don't know.

Cut my hand up real good, though.

Yo, you didn't run over that.

What you mean?

You didn't run over that cuz.

It's in your side wall, it's like

it was shot in there.

[Crickets chirping, car trunk opens]

Slim.

How much longer?

Not much longer.

Just chill, baby.

Give me a hand with this shit, bro.

It's like a spearhead or something.

Slim?

How the hell?

What, babe?

What the hell is that, babe?

Spearhead?

Shhh.

You guys hear that shit?

Yo, you guys hear that?

Sounds like coyotes, man.

That don't That don't sound like no damn coyotes.

Jules.

Hey, quit messing around, man.

We got to go.

I'm awake now.

Jules.

You all right, bro?

Why are you sounding like that?

Shhh.

Slim.

Where's Jules at?

Hold up.

I don't know,

Jules.

Jules!

quit fucking around.

Slims done with the tire.

Let's go.

We're leaving without you.

Chill, baby.

I got this.

No. Get in the car now!

Hey, whoever's out there.

I'm about to bust your ass.

Quit fucking around. (Altered)

We're leaving without you.

What the fuck was that?

Babe.

Get in the car now.

Slim.

Hell, no.

Slim.

Slim no, babe!

Argh!

Gasp!

Fuck! Start, fuck.

Start.

Start. start.

Okay, I'm going to get help.

I'm gonna get help. I'm getting help.

Fuck fuck Fuck!

Start!

Start.

Start.

Gasp, Ahhh!

[Thematic orchestral music builds]

[Thematic orchestral trap music]

Damn it!

Katy! Katy!?

Turn this damn music off!

It's getting late.

It's time to go to bed.

Okay Almost done. Just finishing up.

No more music.