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    Music Is My Savior

    Story written on April 24, 2019 by Liah x Doll.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=95597
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    There standing in the doorway was her family, her mothers and not-so-little-anymore brother all wearing sweatshirts with the large “Stanford” logo on the front. They smiled at her with a pride and love that had Angie fighting back her tears even more fiercely than before. It was then that Angie knew she hadn’t made a

    There standing in the doorway was her family, her mothers and not-so-little-anymore brother all wearing sweatshirts with the large “Stanford” logo on the front. They smiled at her with a pride and love that had Angie fighting back her tears even more fiercely than before.

    It was then that Angie knew she hadn’t made a mistake, her confidence returning full force. She had the loving support of her family who believed in her more than anyone ever had. They would have her back no matter what and Angie knew deep down that there was nothing to worry about.

    It was time, she was ready.

    She smiled brightly as Malcolm tossed her a sweatshirt of her very own, “Yeah, lets go”

    So here I am in my new apartment

    In a big city, they just dropped me off

    It’s so much colder than I thought it would be

    So I tuck myself in and turn my nightlight on

    Angie switched off the bathroom light before entering her bedroom, using her shirt to wipe her chin free of any water droplets. She pulled back the covers of her new queen-sized bed and plopped atop the plush mattress, gazing out to the open space.

    Most of her belongings were still in boxes, littering various areas of the room. Her bedroom door was open and Angie was able to see into the kitchen along with more unpacked boxes.

    Moving in had taken more energy than Angie had anticipated, her excitement to unpack and make the apartment her own becoming a task for another day.

    Without any of her things out and in sight, the apartment seemed bigger than Angie thought it would. It seemed almost foreign, nothing familiar to remind her of home or even her old dorm room.

    Her college years had gone by fast and Angie couldn’t really believe that she was finally settled into her new apartment. She half expected her momma B to fight her on it, knowing the distance wasn’t something any of them had planned for. She never considered that she would be brave enough to move to New York of all places but the opportunity was too good to pass up.

    Angie was as much a risk taker as she was spontaneous, traits that more than complimented her growing career. When she wasn’t painting, her ever curious mind was eager to learn more about art itself. As much as she had learned while living in Los Angeles, Angie knew there was so much more to learn in New York.

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    2. 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!

    4. 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

    5. 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!

    6. 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.

    7. 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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