Just a Lifetime Away
When I was fifteen, I was told that this could never be. That I
wasn't good enough - after all, I was just a simple girl from
a simple, and might I add, very small town. And not what I would
claim small, because I think it's huge, but small, whereas
people who pass by still think it's the town next to us
because they don't realize the "Welcome to Florida,
Massachusetts" sign. Actually, now that I think of it,
I'm not even sure if we even have a sign, but I can sure as
hell tell you North Adams does.
When I turned sixteen, I started practicing and practicing
until my hands were numb to the point where I had to look down to
make sure they were still hanging on there. On the days where I
didn't practice as much, I disappointed myself and the next
day, I was right back to where I started the day before, working
thrice as hard.
For some time, it seemed like I was getting somewhere. But after
more time, I started to dwindle down because no one believed in me
- not even my own mother. Looking back, I'm not sure why I ever
listened to her in the first place. All she was good for was
getting drunk off of tequila and sleeping with men younger than me.
She even went for my best friend at some point, I remember him
telling me, which as soon as I heard the words come out, gave me
even more of a reason to go back to making him proud.
You see, I'm in love with my best friend, and like any love
story, he doesn't know and it's unrequited. And it
wouldn't ever work out anyway because even if it did for some
time, they always break up and hate each other in the long run so I
guess it's for the better that we wouldn't work out.
When I was nineteen, I got into one of my dream schools. But it
wasn't for the degree that I wanted. But I can swear to anyone
that once I read "We are pleased to inform you..." I went
right to my room and started packing. I was finally going to get my
chance to get the hell out of this god-forsaken town. When I think
of my town, I think of the quote that goes, "I live in a town
everyone claims to hate... yet they never seem to leave,"
because that's exactly how my town is; full of wannabes that
try to leave but always end up coming back because they aren't
ready and won't be ready for the real world, ever. So, I
suppose I can understand why people always thought that I
wouldn't be the first one to make it out alive.
It was my twenty-first birthday when I received the phone call from
my brother that told me that he had just found out that he was in
stage three of testicular cancer. Even after he told me what the
survival rate was and how soon he would have to start taking
chemotherapy to make his chances of survival go up, I still cried
on the phone with him for what seemed like hours. But looking back
on that phone call, it was only twenty-three minutes and seventeen
seconds. But it was the longest twenty-three minutes and seventeen
seconds of my life.
A week after I found out about my brothers cancer, I got the second
most important call of my life. It was the Juilliard School. When
they told me they took me off the wait list, my heart almost
dropped. But it went right up to speed when they told me they took
me off of it because I would be starting school there for the
spring semester. The countdown begun – twenty-seven days
until I got to move in.
When I got there, it was tough, I won't bullsh.t anything. I
cried myself to sleep for the first two weeks because I had no
friends and my brother wasn't looking good. My best friend was
hours away and we barely talked - but when we did, he always made
sure to tell me that he believed in me and to not forget about him
when I became famous, which I laughed at immediately. But my dads
words came into my head one night when I was really missing him
when he once told me "Be strong, Spence, you are the only hope
this town has. Your talent, it exceeds every single person in this
family, town, and even in the towns over. You can do this." He
said that to me three days before he died of testicular cancer.
After years of performing on the streets, in front of audiences,
and in front of random people, I got the most important call of my
life. All stories have downsides. On March 23, after fighting
three years, my brother died in the hospital that he was put into
after we realized he wouldn't make it much longer than two
years. He left me a letter saying, "Spence... Be good. Do
good. Prove them all wrong. I love you." It was written in his
messy writing from his tiredness, but I will savor that letter
forever.
Finally the day came where I got that call from a recording agent,
telling me he wanted to sign me. He told me he loved my music and
he wanted to hear me sing. After some convincing, I sang
"Skinny Love" by Bon Iver, but Birdies version for him. I
don't think anyone has ever been as excited to hear my voice
before that man had been that day.
I'm twenty-nine years old now, engaged to my best friend,
living in New York, still recording music, and forever making sure
people know about my father and my brother. But today I'm
visiting little Florida, Massachusetts after ten and a half years
of being gone and I can't help but think, we all come back,
even if it's just to say goodbye.
AgainstNoOne · 9 years ago
This is really great.
:)
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