Kind of like the way I’m always thinking about police procedure and crime scene investigation. I guess it was in her blood, considering what her mom did for a living. Zoe had a reputation at school for writing some dope poetry, and she could obviously freestyle, too. “That was awesome,” Mateo said, which it totally was. “Quick as that there and back coming at you like a yo-yo.” “Watch me slip the line right on time here I go, yo. “Once she hits the stage gonna rage and blow your mind out. “Dee-Cee hanging back don’t know where but gonna find out. Then she started rapping, right there on the spot. Hopefully that wouldn’t mean Zoe was allergic to me, too. I also didn’t mention that my dad was a detective with the Metropolitan Police Department. The “cops” were really just security guards, but I didn’t bother to correct her.
“Why don’t you just go that way?” Ruby asked, and pointed at the actual backstage entrance, where a couple of uniformed dudes were checking IDs. Already, she had her hands on that fence like she was ready to sneak over, no problem. They had a long line of bike racks set up like a temporary fence to keep people out.
#Like father like son quotes full#
Zoe pointed to the parking lot behind the stage. It was full of trailers, semis, and RVs, which I think were the dressing rooms. “Let me see if I can find out what’s up with my mom’s show,” Zoe said. It was time for Nana to start figuring out I wasn’t a little kid anymore. I mean, even Ruby and Mateo were allowed to be there, and their family’s way stricter than mine. But I’m not allowed to cross the Anacostia River without an adult. Not even to go to the park. I’ll be home for dinner!Īnd don’t get it twisted, by the way. Still working on my report at Cedric’s, I texted back. So I doubled down with Nana Mama, and tried to buy a little more time. It’s not my usual jam, but again, I wasn’t there for the music. They called her the Queen of Go-Go, which is a homegrown Washington DC kind of music-a little funk, a little R&B, and a little old school hip-hop. People kept saying Zoe’s mom, Vanessa “Dee-Cee” Knight, was going to hit the big time any day now. I just nodded, like I knew exactly how it was to be the kid of a famous musician. “I’m working on it,” I told her, as we pushed through the crowd toward the main stage. We’d already stuffed our faces with cheesesteaks and fried dough, checked out a bunch of different acts, gotten our picture taken in this giant ANACOSTIA ROCKS photo frame, and even sat in on a steel drum lesson. So you could say there was a lot on the line. I mean, I’d had crushes on other girls before, but this was the first time I’d ever thought one of them might actually like me back. And if I’m being honest, I’d say Zoe was about 90 percent of the reason I’d gone AWOL in the first place. Ruby, Mateo, and Gabe were there, along with Ruby’s best friend, Zoe. We were at the Anacostia Park Music Festival, having an awesome time with our friends. The thing was, I’d told Nana Mama that I was going to be working on a report for school at Cedric’s house that day. “If she finds out where I am, I’m toast.”
“Tropical storm Nana Mama, moving in quick.” “Yo, I think I might have a problem here,” I said, and showed my phone to Cedric. Something told me my perfect day was about to come to a very imperfect end. When I saw that text from my great-grandmother, Nana Mama, I got a bad feeling in my gut.
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