Tough Love-A Brallie Story

Foster and Men

Brandon's Point of View

Everything has been okay here. Callie and Jude's parents moved back into the house across the street and of course they did too. It isn't that bad! We still go to the same school and hang out all the time.

Today I have a performance with my band. We are in a festival in the park. We just have one song so it is great.

"Hey B!" JJ, one of the people in my band, says when I walk back to where they are.

"Hey! Where's Max?" I ask.

"Hey is getting something from the food place over there." JJ tells me. There are 3 people in the band; me as the lead singer; JJ as the guitarist; and Max as anything else needed. We are just small but we are pretty good.

"Hey. Ready guys!" Max says coming back.

"Yup!" we finish preparing for the song until we get called to stage.

Callie's Point of View

Today we are going to Brandon's band's performance. Everyone is so proud of him! He is an amazing singer and amazing at every instrument!

We take our seats and a few minutes later they come on stage with a piano on the side and one two people holding violins.

"Hi. We are Foster and Men and this is North." Brandon says into the microphone and sits at the piano and begins playing and singing.

"North"

we will call this place our home,

the dirt in which our roots may grow.

though the storms will push and pull,

we will call this place our home.

we'll tell our stories on these walls.

every year, measure how tall.

and just like a work of art,

we'll tell our stories on these walls.

let the years we're here be kind, be kind.

let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.

settle our bones like wood over time, over time.

give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.

a little broken, a little new.

we are the impact and the glue.

capable of more than we know,

we call this fixer upper home.

with each year, our color fades.

slowly, our paint chips away.

but we will find the strength

and the nerve it takes

to repaint and repaint and repaint every day.

let the years we're here be kind, be kind.

let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.

settle our bones like wood over time, over time.

give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.

let the years we're here be kind, be kind.

let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.