Voice Of A Nightingale

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Amanda announced, her ar

l, sad smile. "What are you talking about

like you you're somewhere but

no idea what you're talking

uerying were on the way. Amanda wasn't quite the one to let you win immediately when you are sad. More ser

as I spoke them out. "W

stories how hard my father fought for tst house. How he worked those lands. He showed us some scars he'd gotten from tilling. The thought of it alone made my

n't be

d so hard and I just can't string two parts of my life together..." I had no idea why, but for some sick reason, I loved that I was punishing myself like that. "my ex is getting married and I'm scared that my son will love this woman so much that he'll forget me. I get to see him two weeks in a month and I want that to stop. My fat

and you might think it's not bad now, but trust me when I say that it is." She sighed. "None of us knew that Timothy was the kind of man. Heck,

of romance. My parents were married for twenty-five years. I was only married for two years and if I am b

ight side, you were

sadly at Amanda. "You're right. I'm sorry. With Everything going on now, my emotion is just all over the place

tically. "Focus on one thing at a time. Your mind is

a thinker. I wa

you believe so. You just need a good nig

that. I also knew that I had to make it hom

corner. "Adelita Freeman, three minutes before you're up." The small crowd clappe

ay it, you are going to flip it. Like really really

t get mad." She said. I immediately wiped th

by that and if I'm being hon

just promis

don't know what you're trying to ask of me. You could

s up above her head. "You make ev

making my headache unbearable." I said, trying to sooth down the headache with

, "I may have or have not invited my cousin to

that? I specifically told you not to

w, I know. I just, well, I do

ys I'm

our lips are too proud to say it, but

t want

just don't wa

called marriage. It's been barely three years,

ship is in pain, though. You should know.

e said it made me angry. "

looks. Just as I opened my mouth to say something, anything, I had n

softly and passed Amanda one last look before I proceeded to sing something. Anything. On that sta

time before you decide if I'm ready for

nly felt hoarse as I lifted the microphone to speak a little. "How are y'all doing tonight

omethings are not being tended to." I said, they had grown quiet. Waiting for my words. My voice.

at are hurting so bad, they don't want anyone to see?" This time around, a few hollering came from the back of the room. I

ittle bit of sadness, this is for you.

o had paced the way it did. I had never considered myself a slow singer. A soul song singer, yet whe

t for a while, then a powerful applause came. It

it but I wasn't going to push my luck. I was going to just enjoy his kindness tonight, for I knew that his grumpiness would return in the morning. She turned and entered his office before I could sa

ertain about his stance. His smil

o beat around th

Adelita

from somewhere. But where? "Let me go straight to the point, Miss Freeman. You can sing. You can re

o copy another singer. He'd given me that advice when an eight year old me wanted badly to sound like a mini Amy Grant. The

ke someone else? A local singer perhaps. Someon

riginal when

n't be

f my life and I've orchestrated Broadway

r.

lto

ton

traight face. Was he trying to

e that skill, but if you do not mind, I'm kind of trying to g

Well, then let me buy you that drink and entertain you as

t took me a while to realize that th