Doe, a deer, a female deer. Ray, a drop of golden sun. Me, a name I call myself. Far, a long, long way to run. Sew, a needle pulling thread, La, a note to follow sew, Tea, a drink with jam and bread! That will bring us back to do oh-oh-oh! Everybody now! Doe a deer….. Ok you in the back I can't hear you! That's better. Oh yeah and I still don't own the characters. Can you imagine that!?
Chapter 7.
I'm starting to wonder if Carey wants out of the band. He hasn't said anything or isn't acting any different the normal, it's just a feeling I'm getting. With him running around with the theater troupe I just can't help but to wonder. I never thought my come back tour or whatever the correct term should be, would last this long. I'm also surprised Carey hasn't walked up to me announcing his two-week notice. For the last month and half I ready myself for those words when he entered the room. Even though he still hasn't he will, he has too much to talent to waste it with me. I don't want to lose his talents and the joy of having a dear friend, I think I might though. Give him the boot for his own good to make sure he realizes his gift for music should be played with someone more worthy of his talents. I want to be the one to make the decision not on the heart broke side again.
Tired, I'm tired. Physically, emotional and in ways that I'm not sure even have terms. Nothing is the same, yet in another way nothing has really changed. Just little alterations which life tosses at you, things you barely notice while it's happening. But when you look back years or sometimes months later you can pinpoint the exact moment that everything went a stray from you. Rick used to tell me life doesn't have a map for people, the path and roads you travel are filled as you take steps. If that's true why did he turn in the other direction? If he had taken a left turn perhaps his map would of allowed him to live. Or maybe no matter where he turned, and even if he stood still he might still of died. Just not understanding, not having the absolute right answer is killing me inside and outside.
Disney cartoons, any cartoon actually it doesn't really matter. I wish life could be like that them. A simple struggle of men or women verses some kind of trial or tribulation. Doesn't let anyone knock them down, thinks outside the box, as Fi and Tad would like to say. And best of all the girl always gets and is allowed to keep the guy in the end. She doesn't get him for a few years and then receive a phone call in the middle night telling her he's dead. I still remember that call; can reaccount every word, the tone of her voice, the moment I felt my heart vanish. Jasmine didn't lose Aladdin, and Ariel didn't lose Eric. Lucky.