A Juneteenth 2020 Piece.
Welcome to Headquarters. What happens there?
Loud, booming music.
Gleeful cheers and toasts to the youth we'll never lose.
Let the good times roll.
She knew what she wanted. All she had to do was nail this and it would be hers.
If only her voice would get the memo before things go sideways.
Surprise was written all over her face.
"You're here?"
She honestly couldn't believe it. W-what was he doing here?
"It's raining."
Traditions die hard I suppose.
Hey you, do you know my heart?
These days, I’m like a child every day
Hiding as I look at you
A commission I expanded on.
It would almost be amusing how out of place he looks if it wasn’t so sad.
The Guest of Honor. The Most Talented Classical Musician to come out of the great state of Kentucky.
“Wait! Where are we going?”
He picked up his pace so he was right beside the woman.
“You’re going to be taking some big steps toward what you want to do and what you want to be.”
It was such a cliché. Follow along.
Girl works at a coffee shop. Girl has a repeat customer. Girl falls for the repeat customer.
And now that customer was currently standing in front of Girl, waiting on her order. Like always.
She had never seen him before.
None of them had.
But she would never forget his face.
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