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    Music Is My Savior

    Her eyes landed on the large cork board that covered the entire door of her closet, a seemingly infinite amount of memories covering every inch.

    There were ticket stubs pinned to a corner of the board from the time her aunt Carmen had taken her to a music festival during a phase Angie went through when she swore she would become a world famous DJ.

    There were photos of Angie with her friends though most were of her and her family. There was one of the day her aunt Alice had challenged her to a hotdog eating contest when Angie was about 16, one of her first day working at The Planet for her aunt Kit. There were group photos that included her aunts Shane and Dana while others included only her immediate family.

    There was even a picture or two of her estranged father. No matter how distant the relationship, Angie cared for him in her own way.

    Malcolm seemed to grow up in the photos Angie had littered throughout, some dating back to his infancy to one taken just a month earlier. He had recently made the track team and the photo was from his very first win, capturing him smiling wide with a gold medal around his neck.

    Angie expelled a deep breath as she continued to look at the pictures that dictated her entire life. Her heart both swelled and ached with what was now to come, the next chapter of her life about to begin. She wondered if she would make memories as good as the ones she had already, the unknown filling her with equal parts fear and excitement.

    As much as she talked about that very moment, Angie almost never thought it would come. For a moment she even entertained the idea that maybe she wasn’t ready, that maybe she had made a mistake.

    “Angie, you ready baby?”

    Angie nearly jumped at the sound of her momma T’s voice from behind her. She took a second to compose herself, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat as she blinked back tears. She didn’t want her mother to worry or to know that she was having doubts. She had been so excited up to that point.

    With a deep breath Angie turned around to respond to her mother but what she saw left her speechless.

    Comments

    1. Thank you for the glimpse of B&T&A&M from WYLE. I love every part of it. Angie in NY – little sad, but growing up seems inevitably)

      Waiting for new story from you!

    2. Great story of a future look at life after WYLE -Thank you enjoyed and shed a silly sentimental tear :-)

      Looking forward to a new story from you and in the meantime thank you for your previous ones.

      SG

    3. Great story, it was nice and fun to read about their the future!!!

      Looking forward to read a new story and i would love to read more of those one ofs!

    4. Great ending.. growing up is hard on the parents for sure.. My daughter did this very thing .. could not wait to be all grown up.. she tells me now .. what was I thinking.. lol.. she 23 married and has a son.. paying bills and buying groceries.. says this Adulting stuff sucks!.. lol..
      Thank you and look for ward to your next story.

    5. Why am I such an emotional person? I swear I cried through this entire story. Happy tears, of course. I’m happy Bette and Tina still have a love that’s so strong. Even after so much time has passed. Whew, then the emotional roller coaster of Angie growing up. I don’t have a kids or a partner yet, but I’m sure her and I will go through some of these same feelings. I felt transported into the story. I guess that’s the beauty of storytelling. Plus, a great author.

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