This is a weird post. I had a dream last night about meeting Daddy Yankee.
I was in a mall in Seattle, no specific mall. I was about to leave, when all of a sudden I recognized a shiny haircut that could only belong to two people or the entire male population of a Caribbean island (Puerto Rico). Anyways, I knew it was El Jefe, the Big Boss, Daddy Yankee!
Wanting to play it cool, I walk up to him and go, “Howsh it going maaaang?” Like how he talks on San Juan sounds in GTA 4. His english is pretty good rhetoric wise, but come on, he sounds like a stroke victim when he doesn’t talk in Spanish.
He was excited I recognized him and signed a poster for me. I don’t know how he had this poster, but all of a sudden it was like this meet and greet signing session with people around. I don’t remember what he signed on the poster other than “Keep lifting 10lb weights.” He meant that in a nice way and I found it really inspiring.
I left the booth and roamed the mall. All I could think about was telling Estilo Blanco—wait, Estilo Blanco!—I need to get him a signed poster too!
After tearing back to the booth, I feel weird talking to DY again. Man, he’s going to think I’m riding his dong.
I told him about Estilo’s involvement in a certain blog which he may or may not know about. El Jefe gave me this weird look like he was offended that I asked. He ended up signing a poster for Estilo and then signed this other tiny poster for me.
What luck! Three signed posters, two for myself and one for Estilo. I left the mall feeling pretty cool.
I wake up at 4am, tossing and turning. I can’t believe I met DY and he signed these posters. Wait, was that a dream? No, it wasn’t a dream, I have the posters right here. Estilo is going to think I am awesome.
Sleep sets in again only to end with me staring reality in the face—It was just a dream.
I go to work hating my life, but loving reggaeton even more.
-Talento de Victoria
p.s. Daddy Yankee Mundial coming soon!