Journal #3

Fats Waller

Fats was a prodigious pianist at a very young age. As early as the age of six he was playing the piano and by the age of ten, the organ. In his early teenage years he started playing in public at Harlem's Lincoln Theater. By the time he was 18, he had written two solos named "Muscle Shoals Blues" and "Birmingham Blues". He was brilliant and very popular in the U.S. and Europe. His most famous piece is called "Fats Waller and his Rhythm". Rumor has it that he once played for three days straight at a surprise birthday party for Al Capone.

3 phrases:

1. How is the ringer ringing? = How is the weather?
2. Mystericalification = Send me a letter sometime.
3. Follow the street until you see daylight. = Keep up the good work.

3 grammatical changes:

1. First word becomes last word
2. Future tense when answering a question
3. I---->Me

3 pronunciations:

1. It's---->Ot's
2. Well---->Wull
3. Yes---->Yesh

 Dialogue:

As he stepped onto the side walk from the night club where he had been playing for the last five hours, he could feel a presence directly behind him. Fats payed no mind,
"New York," he resolved in his head, "everyone is going someplace same as me it's." As he kept walking he busied his mind thinking about his next gig which was to be played at the Harlem Lincoln Theater next week. As his stomach roared at unthinkable volumes he decided to try and stop by his favorite restaurant on his way home. As he was about to open the door of the restaurant, he noticed that it was closed.
"Odd that's." he grumbled quietly aloud. As he turned to continue the trek home he almost jumped back because to his amazement and surprise was a man with a nice suit and sunglasses standing a foot away right in his path. Fats stared at the man and asked,
"I help you can?"
After a long pause the man gave him an answer he didn't expect.
"I believe you have. You have seen, I am going to represent the New York Pianist Corporation or the NYPC to most it will be involving and we are planning on watching you closely. We are believing you are going to have what it takes to be in one of the most prestigious organizations of pianists in the world. How are you going to feel about this yes?" The mystery man concluded with a slight smile on his face. This was stunning news to Fats who had never thought that such an organization could ever exist.
"Would love to join this organization I. So I know when it is mystericalification." He said to the man.
"Good Fats sounds." He said shortly, clearly ready for the conversation to be over. But Fats had other ideas.
"Where are you from anyway so?" He inquired.
"Miami." He mumbled. Already drifting away down the now lonely sidewalk wanting to extrapolate.
"How is the ringer ringing down there this time of year wow?" Asked Fats who had never been out of the Northeast.
"Is very nice down there ot. Lots to do same as here there." The stranger leaned against the light post now expecting a long winded reply.
"Neat, I've always wanted to visit the tropics that's." Fats gushed to the man.
"By the way," Fats realized, "what's your name?"
"Name is Navi my." Replied Navi as he took out a cigarette to keep his hands busy and so he couldn't shake his hand because of his serious case of agoraphobia.
"A very odd name but I like it that's." Replied Fats, now remembering his hunger issue and wanting to get home to his mother.
"Was nice meeting you Navi was." Said Fats after a short pause.
"To you dear boy same. To follow the street until you see daylight remember." Said Navi thankful that the conversation was over.
"Thank you sir I will wull." Said Fats.