Professor Freebandz: After the Music
Future Hendrix walked down the hallway in his fedora and grey suit. He could not be more excited to teach his first class at the NYU Tisch School of the Arts. Ever since he had dropped his last album, "Purple Sea", three years ago he had been looking forward to teaching his songwriting and melody creating talents to the next generation of musicians.
He wanted a place where the motivation to create art was strong and he knew the students at Tisch were eager to learn how to make that new sound that he had been developing in his time off from being in the spotlight.
After "Purple Sea" hit the top album in America, just the same way his previous forty-eight albums had as well, Future wanted to share his zoned out yet energetic sound with a wider group of people and enlighten others to the methods that had made his art so great over the years.
Although he projected confidence wherever he went, Future was nervous about teaching his first class. He was used to spending time in the booth with his producers, recording and honing in on his sound, or lounging in a foreign vehicle, somewhere in Hawaii with a cup of juice and beautiful women feeding him grapes. This NYU classroom with one hundred pairs of quiet eyes staring at him made him all of a sudden wonder if maybe he has made a mistake deciding to teach.
Just then, a scraggly young student, dressed in an all grey sweat suit approached him rather sheepishly with a small box, tied in a ribbon.
"My name's John, I just wanted to let you know how excited I am you are teaching this class," he somewhat mumbled, "I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you being here so I got you this piece of cheesecake from the bakery, I know how much you enjoy these."
"Thank you," replied Future as he smiled.
He went straight to the box, messily untied the ribbon, his mouth watering. He picked the piece of cheesecake up by the crust, his thumb placed on the bottom so that it wouldn't break off. Future took one little bite.
"Sensational", uttered Future, sleepily, to no one in particular as his eyes rolled back in his head a little bit.
Having downed a little piece of his favorite food, and seeing the appreciation and enthusiasm from John, Future looked out again into the classroom, this time with his full confidence as the eyes met him with wonder and awe, awaiting something great from the artist. Future took off his top hat, showing his dreads, which had recently been dyed blonde. He stood up, taking off his coat. He was ready to teach.
Future thought about all the things he had accomplished. He remember when he dropped March Madness and the world went crazy for the Freebandz sound. He remembers all the work he did with DJ Esco and Metro Boomin.
As he turned on the projector and the first slide from his PowerPoint, titled "Tony Montana" in red letters with a picture of Al Pacino in one corner and a bottle of sprite in the other, came across the screen, he knew this endeavor, much like his others would be great and successful and he was happy to once again share his art with the world.