America 1982

He had received the most lavish praises, and he had harvested the nastiest curses. He was a guy whose every vein pulsed with defiance. He was a white boy who could never become a celebrity. He was a youth from the countryside in the eyes of the masses. He was Tommy Hawk. He had been reborn. Welcome to the story that tells of the American Dream in the first half and the American nightmare in the second. Let's invite Tommy Hawk to take the stage, in the winter of 2022.

A spoonful of the past · Urban

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Chapter 18: I'm Just Cutting My Losses

Atlantic City, *** Casino Resort.

The top duplex hall of this hotel was named Roman.

The Roman Hall possessed a huge circular main venue, along with thirty adjoining guest rooms and a terrace with the best view of Atlantic City.

At this moment, two bands of different styles, like gladiators, were placed on two opposite stages, playing their hearts out like fighting cocks. They were jazz and rock bands, one African-American and the other white. Although the party hadn't officially started, they couldn't contain themselves and used all their lifetime skills to outdo each other.

The African-American jazz trumpeter puffed his cheeks and played a long, hesitant tune with great effort, while on the opposite stage, the white guitarist shredded his jacket, belting out fancy rock with all his might.

In short, no matter where you were in the circular hall, your ears were guaranteed to be filled with music.

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