Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

You Want Me To Drink The Bitch's Brew? Hell No! That Shit's Nasty!

"Jesus Christ," Joe shook his head in disappointment. "You sound worse than yesterday." 

We all sat around the studio MTV used for the televised Unplugged sessions. 

Where were we? New York City. 

As if my voice didn't sound shitty enough, waking up at some ungodly hour to fly across the country, for one day, didn't help.

"The fuck are we gonna do?" I was beginning to sound like a dying bullfrog, rather than a grammy nonimnated vocal artist.

Oh yeah… I forgot to mention that I was nonimnated for the best new artist, and record of the year for Arizona. 

We all sat around, contemplating cancelling Gypsy Blue going on the show tonight. I had the worst case of laryngitis I think anyone has ever seen. 

"Does anyone here know of a good doctor?" Steven called around the studio, hoping someone would answer. 

Everyone stared blankly before a young girl ran up to us.

"H-hi…" She stumbled on her words, baffled that she was able to speak to us. She was clearly a fan, because she was wearing a Gypsy Blue t-shirt, with an Aerosmith zip up over it, and a V.I.P lanyard hung from around her neck. 

Her long wavy brown hair hung down, framing her heart shaped face, and accentuating the freckles that dotted her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. 

"Hey, sweetie." Steven smiled. "Look we're kinda busy right now, but we'll take pictures and give autographs later, okay?"

"No, I mean… Yes, but…" I could tell she was mentally slapping herself for stuttering. "You said you needed a doctor, right?" 

"Yeah, do you know of one?" I squawked, as my voice cracked with each syllable. 

"That's some nasty laryngitis… I'm assuming that's what you need help with?" The sympathy that hung on her voice was almost dispicable, but she was entirely right. I had no choice but to nod my head in shame. "Well, I'm no doctor, but my mom's a healer… She makes all these crazy concoctions that work better than perscription anti-biotics."

"Thanks, kid, but I think we're looking for a real doct-" 

I cut Joe off instantly. 

"A healer?" My ears pricked up at the sound of that. "I've heard about them, but I've never met one."

Being very in touch with nature, I've always wanted to meet a healer… You know, have someone I can go to, to find alternate methods of balance and healing. 

With a cute little smirk she whipped out her cell phone and dialed a number quickly. 

"Hey Len, can you put mom on the phone?" She paused, listening the person on the other end. "Yeah, no I'm fine, just put her on… Okay…… Hey mom. I need you to whip something up and bring it to the studio… No, not for me… Mia Lynn Tyler… From Gypsy Blue?… Yeah!…… Laryngitis… Okay. Thanks."

In an instant, she hung up the phone and a devious grin took over her entire face, as light danced around in her mahogany eyes. 

"She'll be here in a minute, and I can guarantee you, that by the time you need to be on stage, you'll be good as new." 

"That's a tall order, honey." I chuckled, coughing violently. 

All she did was giggle and sit down on the arm of the blue velvet couch I was seated on. 

While she entered in conversation with everyone else, I sat quiet, thinking about what this healer might be bringing me. 

I mean, I've heard stories about all the kids at USC who went to a healer that worked in the hippie shop down by the five-points. They all say that his stuff worked, but whatever he put in it, either made them trip balls… or it tasted like balls… Which would've been the better tasting mixes he had. Others have told me alot of his charms tasted like vomit, or other vile and equally repulsive things. Either way, I wasn't too excited about what this woman was going to bring me.