ANGEL ROSE
I park my car outside the bar Mateo the guy I met back at the lake directed me to earlier. I take my phone and text Camille telling her I'll be back later tonight then put my phone in my jean pocket. I eye the entrance on my left where there's a few people standing outside. The view of bar from out here is not so bad from but I can tell it's been here for years. I hope there's going to be people inside because it would suck if I came all the way here for a handful of people. Growing up people knew I sang but I only did at school and at church where my grandmother liked showing me off to everybody but that was it.
With everything that had been happening I had thrown my phone in the trash can and had lost the number of the guy I met at my in laws' wedding anniversary three mon
