By the time Ivan had made it back over to them, the word had passed through the crowd that Busta Rhymes and his crew had arrived. The crowd grew insane with energy.

Ivan told Lucina, “Shit, we need to go get these pictures.” He had just made his way through the party.

Lucina hesitated. She didn’t particularly feel like running around all night just to take pictures for his website. So she told him, “You go. I’ll just take pictures with him in here with Eve.”

Ivan quickly grabbed one of the bottles of champagne from their liquor sponsors and headed back toward the front door.

BUSTA RHYMES and several members of his Flipmode Squad stepped out of exotic luxury cars to congregate on the sidewalk. The security team immediately guarded them.

“What’s up, dude?” Busta addressed them. “Is my man Ivan David up in the house tonight?”

Busta stood out from his crew, wearing a black leather biking jacket with tattoo designs all over it.

Ivan’s photographer told him, “He’s on his way out right now. We want to take some pictures of you guys out here before you all go in.”

Busta looked around at the honeys in the line and said, “Aw’ight, dude, but I see some pictures I wanna take right now. How many of y’all wanna take some pictures?” he asked the young women waiting in line.

The security team had to prepare themselves as several desperate girls ran over from the line in Busta’s direction.

“Oh, my God! I want a picture!”

“Hold up! I look good enough!”

“Busta, you’re just who I came here to see tonight!”

“All right, well, let’s get these pictures, then,” he told them.

Busta’s entourage was just as prepared as the security team to pick out which girls and how many would take pictures with him.

Ivan walked out of the club in the middle of the commotion, holding the champagne bottle in hand.

“Hey, hey, hey, keep your cool, ladies,” he told them.

Nearly fifteen girls were surrounding Busta and his guys on the sidewalk, while the security team tried to keep order.

“Ivan David. What’s up, dude?”

Busta recognized him and stepped up to stick his hand out for a shake. Ivan made his way through the chaos Busta had caused on the sidewalk in front of the club and shook the man’s hand.

“Sorry, it took me a minute to get out here, man. I had to fight through the crowd.”

“Oh, that’s a good thing,” Busta told him. “And I can already see you got the women and the bubbly up in here.”

Four of Lucina’s girls had followed Ivan out to help escort them all back in.

Ivan bragged, “Yeah, we got plenty of that.”