Black: king's knight's pawn g7>g6

"Julius, my main man, whassup?" It was later that day, and Lionel extended an awkward greeting to his guest, a black man sporting the latest in ghetto fabulous design. He even managed a half-hearted hug.

"Lionel Goldsteen, haven't heard shit from you in months," Julius hissed through his grillz.

"Hey, well, time to catch up!" the executive replied smoothly as he moved towards his desk. "I need you to tap your considerable... urban connections at this Calhoun Mardi Gras function. Do you know Keri-Lynn Hunter, big time country singer? We're looking to branch her out, be more mainstream, appeal to a more... diverse demographic." He locked his fingers together in a gesture of cohesion. "We can make this happen, and I'd like your help. Here's some material to get you started..." He produced a few DVDs. "Videos, a photoshoot, just to get you up to speed. Let's be in business together!" Lionel's intercom buzzed to announce his next meeting.