The House of Blues

You would think I run a fucking halfway house, or a fucking institution with the shit that goes on here. Well I don't. I own part of The House of Blues, the old concert hall that is used now for rock concerts, punk shows, etc.... Run down, a little bit up, old. But a lot of people love her. We get mostly smaller bands, but once in a while some of the greats will come play for us. I love this place with all my heart. Along with Charlie, Abby, and Luke, my partners. We put everything we had, along with a lot of borrowed money, into her after the the original owners had to sell her. The House of Blues was originally a fancy concert hall that never quite made it. In the 1950's the former owners bought her and turned her into a local Jazz club. Business started dying and they were foreced to sell her, to us. We bought her and turned her around. We all agreed to keep the name along with the history of the place alive.
Anyway, that is the basic history of the House of Blues. I thought it was important to explain a little about her before I said anymore. Back to my original place about all the shit that happins here. In the past 4 years of owning this place I've seen some amazing, horrible, wonderful things happen. The craziest among our group of friends. I'll start from the begining. After a late night of drinking and smoking with Charlie, Abby, and Luke, we all decided to get some food at Micky's Diner off 5th. We all walked in, and for some reason I decided to grab a paper. I never read the paper. I never read for that matter. We all sat down, ordered coffee, and I started flipping through the paper.

"What the fuck is that? Since when did you become all smart and shit?" Charlie asked.
"Shut up! Let her read. You know Robyn has always been the smart one." Luke told him, kicking him under the table.
"Hey! What about me?" Abby asked. Charlie started hitting the table and laughing histaricly. I wasn't paying attention, but I could feel the dirty look Abby was giving him. Charlie was originally from England. He moved here when he was a kid with his dad, and still had a faint accent. We all loved it, and none of us could ever stay mad at him. Before I knew it Abby, Charlie, and Luke were all goofing off again as usual. I was flipping through the real estate section when I saw the add for The House of Blues.
"Hey guys! Look at this! Remember The House of Blues?? It is up for sale. Have you ever been in there?" I asked, pointing to the add.
"Once. They played some great Jazz. Kind of a dive though." Luke said.
"Yeah, man fuck that joint." Charlie added.
"HEY! Would you shut up? And what is with all the cursing lately. Fuck!" Abby said.
"Hey, shut it guys. We should buy this place!" I shouted. They all started laughing, like I made a joke or something. "Hey! I'm serious!!" I told them.
"Aw fuck. Like we have money! We're all 21 year old college rejects!" Charlie shouted.
"I'm serious! I bet we could get a loan, and fix the place up. Imagine what a great place to have concert gigs! This city only gets the top 40 crap. We could have a music scene for the people like us out here!" I told them, getting excited the more I thought about it.
"Whatever!" Abby said. Charlie got the crazy look in his eyes he always gets when he has an idea. "No! Robyn's right! That would be fuckin-a-mazing!" Charlie said. For once his crazy side was helping me out.