It was the last night of New Religion's tour. After playing most of the songs from their album, they played a few cover songs, including System of a Down's "Ego Brain". That song had helped Erin through many, many hard times. Towards the end of the concert, Erin decided to play the final song. She said, "I'm going to play the last song. Many of wewe who ever received an autograph from me may au may not have noticed that I always sign right-handed, yet I always play guitar, gitaa left-handed. Well, here's the reason. I do this in memory of my dear friend, Barry. He was a big Paul McCartney fan. When I expressed my interest in playing guitar, Barry told me to promise him I'd learn to play left-handed like Paul. After Barry's untimely death, my new best friend, Paul, taught me to play guitar, and I got a left-handed guitar, gitaa for my fourteenth birthday and taught myself to play left-handed. Barry actually shared a birthday with McCartney. Today would have been his twenty-first birthday. His inayopendelewa song was the Beatles classic, 'Blackbird', so, Barry, this is for you." At the end of the song, Erin's voice started shaking. After she finished the song, she alisema while holding back tears, "Thank you! We upendo you, and we'll see wewe soon!" Paul asked, "Are wewe all right, Erin?" She said, "Yeah, I'm fine." Lola asked, "Are wewe sure?" Erin said, "Yeah, I'm sure. I still miss Barry sometimes, but he would want me to be happy, and I am." Carl said, "That was brave of you, Erin. I don't think I could do something like that." After the tour was over, Erin, Paul, Carl, Lola, and Fritz all returned to their house in Florida. They decided to take it easy for a while, and then, they would return to the recording studio to record another album.
THE END
THE END
It was close to Christmas. The members of New Religion decided to go spend time was their families. Sadly, Erin's grandmother passed away. It was devastating for Erin. When New Religion picked up their tour, many people wanted to interview Erin. Lola said, "She Lost a loved one. How do wewe think she's doing?!" Carl said, "Erin needs time to mourn her grandmother. She doesn't need a microphone in her face." Paul said, "She's been through so much. Leave her alone!" Erin thanked her Marafiki for standing up for her. She later said, "I now know how Paul McCartney felt after John Lennon got shot." Lola hugged her. Things did get better for Erin with time. She Lost so many she loved, but she kept going and never gave up.
No Stable Place
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a mwaka and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad siku at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became zaidi frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only chanzo of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a mwaka and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad siku at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became zaidi frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only chanzo of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.