Of course Blues had been to Louisiana, recently actually. "I know little mama, just I didn't think a bird like you'd care 'bout that." He blushed slightly, the amount of information she was providing making him feel light-headed with pride over his peoples' accomplishments. He was like a proud papa bear, shaking his head to let his hair shade his face as he listened to her converse with Heroin.
He wasn't exactly the most skilled at negotiating, but after listening to Paparazzi's comments about what her club needed he perked up, speaking from the heart when she mentioned Britney Spears. "Britney Spears? Bubblegum pop crap? Who are all these skanks, man? Little girls are looking up to these girls, and it's so gross. Those girls have no dignity at all, and parents are letting their kids dress up like those skanks. But what else have they got? What are the other choices? Somebody had the nerve to ask me if I wanted to play guitar on Lindsay Lohan's album! She's another one of those 16-year-old actresses, and she's making an album! Like, 'NO!' Ha ha ha!"
He realized he said quite a bit and instantly hushed up, crossing his arms over his chest as he glanced at Heroin. He wondered if his old friend was regretting coming with him, considering all the effort it could take being his manager. He had a tendency to just...speak, without thinking. He didn't think it was a problem, but all things considered his friend and possible manager might think otherwise.