One pitch black night my cousin and I were just walking on the street and talking. ''What time did my uncle get here'' I asked curiously. I was talking about my uncle who came to visit from San jose. ''Like at 7:00'' he said. He is not the kind of singer who gets famous. He goes to parties and sings. Everyone thinks he sings like a star. The sound of him and his band make the walls shake with booms as loud as a lions roar. Suddenly I heard my cousin talking. He asked, ''Oscar are you listening?'' ''Sorry I spaced out'' I said. ''I don't like the kid who is always following him'' said my cousin to be totally truthful I don't like him ether. He acts like my uncle. My cousin says he is always following my uncle around.