Ebony's Journey, Macarevhic's Story

Macarevhic

I walk into the house feeling like millionaire. Mama is at the table doing homework and I kiss her on the cheek. "Hey mama." I greet smiling from ear to ear. "Hey. So how was your date?" she asks not looking up from her medical book.

"It was great. I even got a girlfriend out of the deal." I tell her. She looks up from her book and a happy but grief look comes across her face. "Macarevhic are you sure Ebony is ready to be in another relationship right now?" mama ask me.

"Yeah I guess. She told me she loved me first." I tell her. "I know you love her, but be careful miel. Ebony is in a tough place and this relationship can be easy or difficult. But congratulations." I do a small smile. Mama right this can be easy fun relaxed relationship or it can be difficult.

I hope Ebony is ready to love me the way I love her. "Macarevhic your r Uncle will be coming down here again tomorrow. "Again? That's weird." I say. Mama nods her head to agree with me.

"But it's about this video thing. He says it caught attention of a lot of important people." "Mama please it's just a video." I say modestly. "I know, but Macarevhic millions of people have watched this video and people are still coming to watch it. You might always have that music career you've always wanted. You are talented Macarevhic."

I daydream about me being a big star for a moment and the idea is farfetched that I laugh. I think I would be cool with a normal life with my girl Ebony. I still can't believe I finally get to call her my girl. The next morning. I wake up to a good morning text from Ebony I smile and I reply back.

It's Saturday and my Uncle should be here soon. I'm kind of excited to hear what he got to say about that whole music thing. I shower and get dressed. Abulea is in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Good morning abuela." I greet pouring myself a glass of orange juice. "Buenos Dias Macarevhic." I give abuela a small peck on the cheek. The sound of a motorcycle is outside. Uncle Carlos is here already. He knocks on the door and I let him in.

He's decked out in motorcycle leather. "Macarevhic my boy." he exclaims and gives me a hug and a pat on my back. "Hey, Uncle Carlos." He gives abuela a hug and kiss on the cheek. Mama comes into the kitchen and he does the same for her. "So I know ya'll wonder why I'm here instead of on the road," he pauses as he takes off his jacket and hangs it on the back of the chair. "Well, Macarevhic here has gotten a lot of attention from that video a few months back but it's still growing. A lot of his fans are requesting for him to sing in English." Wait I got fans now. I think Uncle Carlos is a little too excited and putting more hype in this than needed. "Uncle I appreciate your enthusiasm but this is crazy."

"Macarevhic I know what you mean but a lot of great people have started from the internet. I wouldn't be surprised if you're offered a record deal soon." I shoot a text to Ebony for her to come over. Ain't no way I'm gonna get a record deal; I plan on being a psychologist. You know something practical.