Belle ran into the house and into her housemate’s room and squealed, “I got them!”
“Calm down, Belle,” Marie said. “What did you get?”
“I got two tickets to the Abominable Biggy Foote concert for me and Lenny,” Belle crowed.
“Two tickets for what?”
“It’s not for what, silly, it’s for who,” Belle laughed. “The Abominable Biggy Foote is one of Lenny’s favorite hip hop artists.”
“Oh,” said Marie, “I’ve never heard of him, but I’m not into rap music.”
“The Abominable Biggy Foote is not a he,” Belle explained. “It’s a they. There are eight members in the group.”
“I see,” Marie said, in a tone that demonstrated her total lack of interest.
“You really should give rap a try,” Belle said. “I know that, for some, rap has a bad rap, but if you give it a chance, it’s really good.”
“I got a small box to put the tickets into,” Belle said, holding the box up for Marie to see. “Do you have any Scotch tape? I need to wrap it up and give it to Lenny as a surprise when we go out to dinner tonight.”
“Sure,” Marie said, pulling a tape dispenser out of her desk drawer. “Do you need help wrapping your rap concert tickets?”
“No, I’m good,” Belle said. “I can wrap the box myself.”
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, where we are supposed to use the words “rap/wrap” in our post. And in honor of the late Eddie Money, let me wrap up this post with this video.