𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

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𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃
when my father found out that I had the talent to sing when I was six and that is when my journey began to be a performer. He forced my siblings to play instruments while I was the vocalist. My sister played the drums, and my brother played the guitar.

We didn't like it, we wanted to play outside like normal kids. Our pleas were ignored and we were told to practice and play.

My father then decided to open up a restaurant. He'd promised my mother that he wouldn't quit his job and maintain them both. The restaurant was getting good. We would perform for the restaurant (it was called Papagayos) everyone liked how I sang and how we all performed. We always ended up getting a lots of compliments by the end of the night. Everything was going great until my father broke his promise, he quit his job.

The restaurant only lasted for a while since payments were overdue and we were bankerupt. So we sold our house and we had to move to Gotham since it was cheap knowing the crime rates but it was our only choice.

We moved into an apartment with three rooms and two bathrooms. It was cheap but it was a good deal but the reason why it was cheap was because of the neighborhood. It was dangerous and the apartment didn't have hot water. But at least the apartment was in good condition shockingly.

Sometimes I miss my home. Home for me was Texas, but I had to move. I liked it there in Texas. It was sunny and it wasn't gloomy like Gotham
This might be surprising but when we arrived at Gotham I got comfortable and things got better. Gotham has been like a home to me since I moved. It's where I came to love.

Knowing Gotham I had to get used to it. I had to see the better in things and to look on the bright side. However even when living in Gotham, you could still find the speck of happiness, even in the circumstances I still like to believe that there's hope for Gotham. That maybe one day It'll change, then there wouldn't be so much crime and maybe it would be a somewhat safer place. I kept on never doubting it.

My happiness slowly faded when I had to leave yet another home, meaning leaving my friend behind. It was okay at first but this one broke me. My best friend who had been my friend since the day I arrived. Leaving him behind felt like a piece of me broken off. This time I had to go to pursue my dream even when I had to leave him. I didn't want to, but I had to.

Now here I am in Gotham city. I'm back. Gotham felt exciting yet nerve-racking. Being on the road since I was a child, at 13 years old on a bus. Traveling has had its perks but I missed Gotham even the dim skies, the depressing and gloomy atmosphere. It was what I was used to being in Gotham for years. I've got used to it and it wasn't a problem for me.

I know it's only for a while, but maybe I could convince my father I could stay for a little longer. I know he will refuse since I'm a singer. I have to travel to perform and don't get me wrong I love to perform to be able to see the happy faces in the crowds cheering me on as I sing. I just want to stay here for a little while to at least see him, Bruce Wayne. But 7 weeks is enough, right?

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➤; 𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦.↶