Descriptive Journey

“ it's twelve o’clock and I need your attention…” I continued to sing and play my guitar. The recording booth seemed emptier than the Vegas strip at seven in the morning. I’m hoping the producers on the other side will connect with the words I’ve written. “keeping me hopeless until I wake tomorrow…” I tried to hold back the tears as a recall that night I drove off into the endless Vegas sky, leaving everything I knew growing up, family and long time friends. Up until a few months ago, all I knew was that small two-story house, the cul de sac where I broke my arm skate boarding, that little front porch where Ariel would make me play princess with her. “so say good night, our first goodbye…” I had to ask for a break, if there is one thing I hate almost as much as leaving my family months ago, it’s having others see me cry. I don’t really know why I packed my bag and left that night. I mean I know why I left, I just wonder if I did it for the right reasons. Did I do it for the right reasons? Walking out on my family like that to pursue my dreams, was it the best thing to do?

I wonder if Mom heard one of my songs on the radio yet, if she even recognized that it was her baby boy singing the melodies. Does Dad still think this is some crazy dream that I’ve been chasing? Or will he be proud of the man I’ve finally become? I hope they can forgive me for just leaving them. And little Ariel, I hope she understands that it was never her fault, that she was why it took me so long to leave. I never wanted or ment to hurt her. Her innocence was always something I was jealous of, and it amazed me how for such a young girl she understood so much more about the world than I ever did.

After talking with one of my band mates, Brian about our new song and the meaning behind, I realized what I needed to do. I had to go back to the life I had left, I’d have to face everyone I left. It didn’t take long to pack the duffle I had brought with me that night I had brought