Jamila Barlowe,
A young art curator embarks on her journey across the Middle East. Walking into something that was bound to happen sooner or later is this what they call fate or just bad luck only time will tell .....
An aching pain in my back wakes me up as I roll over. I run my hand on the bed and suddenly notice it's empty.
The sun shinning through my bedroom window blinds me as I turn to my other side groaning in the process.
Ha he left me a note. And there it was stuck to my lamp
" hopefully you don't mind me using this sticky note I tried to wake you this morning but you were out cold after I put you in the bed last night. I found some painkillers in the bathroom so take those with food when you get up. Make sure you take it easy today I'll call you soon
Psh only Aahil would pound me into oblivion and tell me to take it easy. I shake my head while slowly getting out of bed.
I don't waste anytime and swallow the painkillers. Thankfully I had a water bottle in here. The floor boards creek as I head into the living room to put on some tunes.
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Flipping through the different records in my collection after going back and forth about if it's a blues or jazz day but I ended up picking the jazz record with numerous amounts of well known artists from back in the day.
Jazz and the blues have always been apart of my life. Days where I would wonder the streets to be away from my family there was this one specific establishment where they would have parties, concerts, spoken word gosh it was wonderful.
I made a lot of friends with the older women that were performers. I guess you could say they took me in as their own when I was around. It felt inviting, warm, comforting. Every time I would go there I hated to leave but I knew I had to.
One of the women I was practically stuck to at the him while I was there
Ms. Charlotte.
I always wished I was her child instead. She didn't have kids of her own so to her I was her daughter whenever we were around at the same time.
I lay down the record on the turn table and place the needle on the first song. And soon the beautiful music fills my ears.
Looking over at the rest of the living room to see the damage from the night before
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