Sitting on the Long Island Railroad I tried to burn a CD of an archived Warm Up Show. My laptop battery is completely fried, I'm lucky to be able to even get a half hour out of it when it's not plugged in. The 3 hour show I try to load into my Audio Program takes forever so I say forget about it. The woman sitting next to me looks as if she's some form of Indian mix; she's sleeping.

We begin to descend under Manhattan as my ears pop. I'm extremely cool being that we're on our way into a major interview. The train comes to a halt and everyone crowds the aisle to get out first so they wouldn't be late for work. It's already 10 AM now, coincidentally the same time as my interview with Ms. Tiffany Jones. I walk out the train doors and through Penn Station to the 1 train. A large group of young schoolchildren wait for the train as well, all chaperoned by parents - they were on the way to the statue of liberty and the colored, laminated, papers roped around their necks read AMITYVILLE, NY on them. I laugh as the train pulls off and some of the kids not used to the train fall like bowling pins.

This train is an express, and in two stops I'll be at Houston St. Walking one block up I wonder if I'm too under dressed or overdressed. My khaki pants matched my green Polo collared shirt. My brown belt matched my Timberland boat shoes. I haven't cut my hair in almost 3 weeks so I was forced to spike it, otherwise it just looks like a mess.

I cross Hudson street and land at the building Hot 97 is located in. The security guard at the front issues me a Visitors Pass after taking all my information down and tells me to go back, make a left, and go up the elevator to the 7th floor. I quickly tuck my shirt in on the elevator to appear more formal after I took my brown and gold Dirty Jax sweater off.

Walking to the right there are Hot 97 stickers on their see through glass door. The first waiting room had a delivery man waiting in it with his package on the receptionist's counter. Who orders chinese at 10:30 in the morning!? I tell the receptionist that I'm hear to meet with Tiffany Jones and she hit's a button that unlocks the first steel door into the real waiting area. These doors have to be designed to keep problems out or from occuring with rival artists. The first steel door had a 3 x 7 bulletproof glass in the center of the door. I knocked on it. It was thick.

The radio is on in the waiting room, it's satelite. And 112 and Biggie are on: "Fucking You Tonight". I turned the volume up so I can bob my head back and forth a bit. The next door that i need to go through is actually fully made of steel. It stretches past the frame of the wall into it's own completely steel frame. 

The door opens and Tiffany is extremely cheerful and full of energy. We shake hands and I apologize for my latency. Walking through the halls which are large, wide, and open I'm looking at all the pictures as we make conversation. She takes me to an large office sized room for meetings with a circular table and quite a few chairs around it. I just take a seat across from her, but not too standoffish. The first thing I do is tell her about myself and goals I'm looking forward to reaching. I also gave her a list of programs that I have experience with and she noted these things.

Eventually Tiffany tells me that she would be looking at possibly putting me on with Funk Flex, on the inside I shake my head. She lets me know that they "treat the interns like shit" and some days you just feel like "nothing". Apparently she doesn't realize I'm quick on my tongue. Besides... Flex lives in Ardsley, what can he say to me? Tiffany says that I shouldn't get worried if she doesn't call me within the next few weeks because there is still some time until the next semester begins. 

We shake hands and end the meeting. Of course all this happens in about 10 minutes time. Quick and to the point. Perfect.