Was My New Year's Better Than Yours? (Part 4 of Who Knows)

3:59PM! We go back to the property office and get the keys to ONE house! He actually rented TWO villas, but one still wasn’t ready! And the one they had ready was for Youtube Sensation Jenna Rose. Whoa! Wait! We STILL don’t have a house yet? EXACTLY! And now it was time to go get Jenna and her fam from the airport. Kill me now…

Jenna Rose, age 13, comes from an upperclass, Jewish family out of Long Island, New York. She was traveling with her parents, stylist, background dancers and Grandma Rose! Grandma Rose was HILARIOUS! No lie, she was about 100 years old and looked every bit of it! She smoked that ooo weee, and she popped bottles. Told me in her prime she would do Vodka straight and chase it with beer! She acted young AF! Probably the coolest grandma EVER! And she would curse you out, no problem! Mr. Thompson introduced us and she told me, “I don’t shake hands”! I moved in for a hug slowly… But I got it! “Oooo…he gave me a hug! I like him”! Aight Grandma, watch out! I like Cougars! (wink) He also introduced Josh, then Nebo!

“Grandma Rose, this is Nebo”!

“Whhaaatttt”?

“This is NEBO”!

“HHHUUUHHH…”?

“Nebo! Like knee *pointing to knee* and bo *pointing to elbow*”

“WTF? KneeElbow? Who names their kid KneeElbow? Was ya matha’ drunk at the hospital? That’s ridiculous”!

We just threw up our hands… smh… She wasn’t going to get it. She called @SoloDoloNebo “KneeElbow” for the rest of the trip. #toofunny!

Finally we could check into our villa. But now we on #TeamNoSleep because in thirty minutes we had to get dressed and ready for rehearsal! #WACK! But what worried me was WTF am I rehearsing for? Just tell me what to say! But this was NOT a joke! We really had rehearsal. He rented a dance studio and everything! I know one thing, I am a HOST! Really confused why I am going to rehearsal. If this man starts teaching me dance steps, I’m LEAVING! Taking off! Catching a bus back! Keep the money! #NoLie!

Before I knew it, I was saying, “Boom Cat” and “One and two and three and…” This ish #cray! And being that I AM Black. And the stereotype is that all black people can dance; why not make me make a fool of myself in front of these upperclass white people! Oh? That’s what you’re paying me for? Oh… Ok… Great! Cool! *cues music* “Wobble baby… Wobble baby… Wobble baby… Wobble… Get in dere”! YES! YES!

Cuzzo @SoloDoloNebo’s big ass gets up there with me because we had to teach Jenna’s background dancers the moves. I was doing it so sloppy. Just because this is practice! Cuzzo jiggin and all type of ish. Grandma Rose sat us both down after, “Mr. Dukes, you suck! You come in LAST! KneeElbow you were good! Very good! You were out there moving and I really enjoyed it. But you, Mr. Dukes smh… Awww… Don’t be embarrassed. Don’t be down about it. But the sad part is… *cough, cough* I’m SERIOUS! Goodnight”!

On the way back to the villa, I’m spazin because this is my first gig COMPLETELY out of my market and opposite of the normal demographics I deal with. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not scared. I have NEVER been afraid to get in front of people. But one thing I’m MAJOR on, is being prepared. I might stress a little bit; but that time of preparation and prayer calms me. However, this is the challenge: how do I prepare for a crowd that is completely foreign to me? We didn’t even go to an event, before this one, in the area to at least see what songs they rock with or stuff like that. Every area is different! As a host, I must cater to, and entertain, the crowd. It’s important to research. Very important! Or you could possibly fail! Dun… Dun… Dunnnn…