I hate my life. I really do. Sure I'm not going to broadcast that for everyone to hear. I know it seems as if I have the perfect life. A wonderful husband, 2 sons that are gifts from Heaven. But I hate it. I didn't always feel this way; it wasn't until recently that I did. No one can know about my feelings though, because I'm good old reliable Irene Bell the solid one. Only there has seems to have been an earthquake in my soul, and the solid rock is cracked.
It's all Evelyn Winter's fault. That damn bitch! All through high school she tired to be just like me but only better and more accomplished. If I joined the swim team so did Evelyn, and she would become MVP. I ran for homecoming court one time, and guess who won? Yep Evelyn. Hell she was so pathetic she even attendant the same college as me. Thank God the whole 4 years we only had two classes together. I decided to become a manager in the music field. Combining my 2 favorite things, taking control of situation and money. A few days after I tell people of my plan a rumor circles Evelyn is going to do the same.
My husband Ned and I had been married 1 year, me pregnant with our first, when he introduced me to his friend Rick Phillips. And I knew right then I had my million-dollar star. Him and his pretty wife had something hip and original in their music. Since I had become a genuine manager I had some acts and clients. They were all small time and would never be heard past the territory of our small town. But Ned hadn't brought them over to discuss music deals or managers. So we talked about whatever two young married couples talk about, I really don't remember anymore what the exact agenda of the conversation had been.
A few weeks after Rick and his wife Molly left Ned told me Evelyn signed them up to be client. I absolutely couldn't believe it! The Phillips were the one thing I had really wanted and I no knew of it. But sometime just like always Evelyn finds out and pulls the carpet from under my feet. This wasn't the first time she had become a manager for an act I had interest in. I knew there wasn't jack shit I could do about it, so I decided just to let it be.
My biggest client was John Nelson and The Rocking Seahorses. I hated them. I really did. They couldn't sing, the lyrics were horrendous, no one could play right. But they looked good and that got people to come to the shows. So I really shouldn't dwell on the fact they had no talent. I had lost the baby 7 months into the pregnancy. I was so pissed at God, at that time I was sure it was all His fault. I couldn't understand why, but who can in situations like those? The hardest part was I had to deliver the child, actually it was a C-Session. It was a boy we named him Celestin Howard Bell, which means Heavenly, Exalted protector. I like to think he's our family's guardian angel in heaven. Ned also had a tough time dealing with the loss, he kept himself busy staying out all night drinking and partying. I just tired to forget, I know that sounds horrible, just thinking of the what ifs and whys became too hard to handle.
