NOT NOW, CARLA!

MIKE

When I walked into the restaurant, everyone was giving me positive signs. Everyone was smiling and was happy for me. I went to the place where I was playing with the band.

I was the second guitarist in a band that had been established for a couple of years. The lead singer of the band was a professional with years of experience behind him. He started his band after the previous one broke up. With the help of their manager, they turned out a great band.

The vocalist saw great potential in me, but they couldn’t accept me as a full member. I never knew the reasons, but I always suspected it was because of their manager.

When the band was absent, I was the one to fill in for them, under the orders of the restaurant manager. He was a soulful man who was always there when I needed him. He told me I was like a child to him.

When the accident happened, he felt that only music was going to keep me alive after my wife died. He kept me with him and helped me get into this band. When I wa