“Phoenix! Phoenix! Phoenix!” the crowd cheers as I stare into the bright lights on my left and right. “And for my next song, I will sing a melody I created when I was only 10 years old. It goes a little/something like this…” I say as a guitar riff begins in the background. “Every morning spent like this… I get some coffee, but just a sip… Because… I can’t have anything taking my mind off you… I can’t have anything taking my mind off you… You are… The one for me… You are… The Phoenix! Phoenix! Phoenix! It’s time to get to school, you’re gonna be late.” I slowly rise up rubbing my still tired and yearning to be re-shut eyes. ‘I wish that just one time the ream can be a reality.’ I say to mysef as I grab my mochilla and head down for beakfast.

For breakfast mom made a small omlet consisting of two eggs, bacon bits, and her secret sauce. I already know what it is, I just pretend not to, becuase there’s so much happiness and cheerfullness in her face when she says, “Even though were family, I’ll never tell you my secret.”

I head to the school bus with my paper lunch and my mochilla, I greet Mr. R, the bus driver. No one knows his real name, but sometimes we put words behind the R as a guess. For instance, my amigo Jerry has called him Mr. Rodriguez and Mr. Rosquez. The only name he’s ever lit up to was Mr. Petunia, however that didn’t make any sense, becase his name is Mr. R, not Mr. P.

I have always wanted to be a performer ever since I saw a guitar at that pawn sho almost a decade ago. It resided in a large transparent case and had the signatures f many famous artists, such as Willie Nelson, Johnie Cash, Janis Joplin, and John Lennon.