Chad C.
Yelp
My fellow bros informed me that our small, indie hedge fund would be having an "Apollo event." Excited, I grabbed my trader vest and Powerpoint presentation on meme-based investment strategies before leaving the office. "Finally!" I thought. "A group of ambitious intellectuals who'll appreciate my unconventional genius!" And plus, *managing director* Chad Chaddington would look really good on my League profile. I could feel my portfolio grow just thinking about it.
It wasn't until our cab pulled up to 125th Street did I realize my error. Our event was, of course, at the historic Apollo Theater for its iconic Amateur Night. The queue to attend spilled onto the streets of Harlem due, in part, to the tight security. Despite the crowd, the presence of metal detectors, and the very detailed pat-down, the line moved briskly. I felt safe here - from extremists, the criminal element, my compliance department, and the date I left on Governor's Island.
Entering the Apollo Theater feels like stepping on hallowed ground. The venue and its décor choices exude a clear reverence for its history. The Amateur Night show retains many old traditions, but the inclusive tone teaches and encourages first-time attendees to take part. The "quality" of the show, for lack of a better term, will likely vary depending on who gets booked and each viewer's musical taste. The atmosphere transcends any individual performance, so even if you hated every act (unlikely, based on my subjective assessment of the talent level on display), I think most people would still be taken by the experience.
So, alas, I still walked into work this morning at what amounts to an attic with a Bloomberg terminal. I am not a managing director and *my* managing directors have little interest in Shiba Inu-coin denominated collateralized student loan obligations. While my greatness may be inevitable, it sure is taking a long time.