Breaking Loose [Original]

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Thirty Four
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A/N: it's been a month, I will update this because I've learned in this small time to do things afraid. I will only sit back and see what God will do through this piece. If you genuinely feel it in our heart to vote or comment, go ahead. Most importantly enjoy your read. Thnx.

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On the most anticipated night of all, the Yates Performance Center teemed with excitement and anticipation the moment the opening choir ministered.

It sent shockwaves all throughout the dome, that and the undeniable fire of something spectacular waiting to happen.

In the back, Oren waited.

The Sun City choir's praises rang throughout, causing even the ground beneath his feet to shake.

Pure joy.

He stared at his phone, a laugh he couldn't help tearing out of him.

He was surprised at just how many people sent their prayers.

God, glorify yourself - he prayed.

It isn't about me, it isn't about them, it's about you.

All about you.

He scrolled through his inbox, a strange number catching his eye.

His finger hovered over it for a moment before he fulfilled all righteousness and tapped it.

I see what God is using you to do in Canada. Your transformation really is a miracle, Walter.

The message read and when he saw the last sentence, his breath hitched in his throat...

Elise would be proud.

Elise.

He forced out a breath and turned off his phone, not wanting to nurse the emotions that swelled within him at that name.

He didn't still know who sent it but his guesses weren't vague enough to be invalid.

"Are my eyes playin' wimme right now?!" A strangely familiar voice echoed behind him, earning his attention.

"Don? No way, mate!" His face now mirrored the excitement of the other young man.

Brandon Ross looked nothing like he'd remembered...

Shabby and hopeless.

His over hyped mullet was gone and he now rocked a sleek buzz cut.

They got carried away in the moment, with Don going on about how he later left club life a year after Oren and how God changed his life.

He now worked as an assistant director for Uprising, an up and coming worship music collective in New York—which happened to be performing that night too.

Oren was overjoyed at his testimony and didn't have enough time to share his when he was up.

" I guess you'll have to wait to hear the rest with six thousand others..." He joked and Don laughed

"Aye... Do good my man!"

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Oren fixed his mic and readied his guitar one more time.

"Ready?" A staff called out and he replied with a thumbs up before the lights came on, and the crowd of thousands erupted with cheers and claps.

He felt very nervous when his lifted his gaze. In his mind, Birchwood Bay couldn't have a body this big.

Peace.

He calmed down and lowered his gaze, it left him a whisper. A prayer of two words.

Glorify yourself.

And then he looked up again, this time with a courage he knew he could never muster on his own.

"Isn't God good?" He uttered into the mic, earning a robustrous cheer from the crowd.

He chuckled under his breath, barely able to make out any faces.

"My name is Walter Oren Carnrow, and I'd be lying if I said I'm not truly honored to be in your midst tonight"

He took a slow breath and let the Holy Spirit take over.

"My transition from death to life, it all began when I read a letter a girl named Elise left me before her passing..."

He was about to share his story, his full story.

And maybe, a silver of him hoped that somewhere in the crowd...a certain dark haired girl was watching.

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