Chapter 19
Javier Lorenzo
I pulled out my drawer filled with old pieces of paper, thank God my mom didn't throw them away. I took out some of the papers and stared at the first lyrics I ever wrote as a ten-year-old. My mom tells me I have always been a music lover. Even in tough times, my music saw me through. I cannot imagine myself without these lyrics written in bad handwriting and on frailly browning papers.
True to his word, my friend Chris dropped me off in La Vista Nebraska where my family lives. It had been long since I laid my eyes on them in five years. Being swamped up in my job, and realizing that I had to work twice as hard to keep my record label barely afloat. My only joy is that I managed to put my younger siblings through school on time, although our last two borns have
